Who: Callum and OPEN What: sketching on the beach/passing the time When: May 30, close to midnight Where: the Cirque's private beach warnings: Callum has a filthy mouth? Status: started
Callum wrinkled his nose and tilted his head to the side a bit before he gave a look back up toward the cave. It was a good distance off, but it was currently the subject of his latest sketch.
He'd wanted to go into Rome, have some Italian Coffee in a cafe that he'd spotted the day that they'd arrived. It was on a lively street that would have been a lot more colorful and fun to draw at night.. but Catherine had begged him not to go alone. And Callum seriously doubted that anyone wanted to go sit at a cafe with him while he took some time to sketch. That would have been a weird thing to ask-- hey, come with me and watch me draw.
So he'd brought Catherine some dinner, some dram, etc. it had been okay. A little tense, sure. But he was trying, yeah? And he'd promised her he wasn't going to go into town by himself. He'd assured her that he wasn't even leaving the circus grounds. That had seemed to make her feel a little better.
Inhaling deeply, he lifted his focus up toward the sky as he exhaled with a heavy sigh through his nose. Dropping his gaze again, Callum gave a look around at the moonlit beach that Kennet had said was the cirque's private property for their stay in Rome. It was empty, of course. Everyone else was working, weren't they? Except the other rousties, but they were probably all off doing their own thing.
Shifting on the beach towel that he'd set down on the sand before sitting himself down, he looked back down at the sketchbook, resting atop his bent knees.
The beach was nice. Quiet. Lonely? Boring? Without others around, anyway. Worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, he set his pencil back to the page and continued to quietly sketch to the rather soothing sound of the water, occasionally rolling in to shore, and out again.