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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Coming up with forks and spoons, Marcus laid those out as well and paused a moment before reaching out to grab one of the sorbets, unconcerned with the proper order of things when it was just the two of them and he wasn't feeling particularly great. He looked up in time to see her frowning at the piece of art, which made his eyebrows furrow a little in confusion. "I like it," he told her, looking back up at the canvas. An unbidden memory of the walls of his cells covered in Bryony's drawings came back to him suddenly, and he had to blink his eyes to come back to the present. There had been days when the reminder that she had been out in the world waiting for him had been the only thing that had stopped him from completely losing his mind, even if the path they had found themselves on was completely different than the one they had expected.

Nodding once at her mention of not knowing what to do with it, he commented, "I suppose paintings are a little more difficult to send off via owl." He still had every one of the sketches she'd sent him over the years, carefully tucked away in a box at the top of his bedroom closet. "Let me know if you just want somewhere to put it, I can find room to hold on to it for you, if you'd want."