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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

The fact that Theodore wasn't watching her as she spoke actually made Bryony feel more comfortable. He was focused on her sketches, which might not be particularly polished or perfect, but they were far more beautiful even in that state than Bryony could ever hope to be physically. Not only was her work at least acceptable on a technical level - but she also tried to choose things to draw or paint that were beautiful in themselves. "No, I wouldn't either," she agreed - though she knew she was agreeing with the technical meaning of the words, and not the spirit in which he'd intended them. "Yours is coloured, and mine are only pencil sketches."

She shifted the chair a little closer at his question, so she could look through the book without taking it from him or obstructing his view. She tried to remember what she knew about him from his journal entries - but it wasn't much that was coherent. He hadn't wanted to work with animals or children, so she mentally eliminated anything featuring those subjects from her list. "It's hard to choose when I don't know what you like," she murmured, more to herself than as a complaint. She flicked past a sketch of Marcus in his new flat, not something she was willing to give away. After flicking back and forward through the book for a few minutes, she finally settled on a sketch - a relatively complete picture of two men playing chess while a woman sat watching. The faces of the three people were finished, and one man's hand which was on one of the pawns. The other five arms faded into undefined shapes where Bryony hadn't had time to finish before they'd moved on. "This one, if you like," she suggested.