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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Though it had only been a few days, Bryony's life had started to take on a new routine. She woke early, transfigured the couch she was sleeping on back into its usual uncomfortable form, showered and changed then made sure to clear up any evidence that she had spent the night. After breakfast, she cleared the kitchen in the same way before taking up her place in Braith's room to make it look like she was just there early to work.

Once the others arrived, she made her way around them to ask if they had anything for her to do. Since she wasn't really working on her own art she felt like doing everything she could for the other artists was the least she could do. Especially as the small sum Braith paid into her bank account each month was now her only income. Today, no one had had much for her to do so she'd stepped out into the patio area with her sketchbook.

Though there was a soft pastel in her hand and her sketchbook was open on the table in front of her, she wasn't truly sketching. She knew she should be - now, more than ever - but nothing seemed beautiful about her life right now and she couldn't bear the thought of being out in public to work on her people-drawing.

She turned when she heard Marcus's voice and was on her feet in an instant. "Marcus?" she left her things on the table and moved over to him, taking his hand. "Is everything okay?" She hadn't seen the Prophet, and the only reason she could imagine for Marcus coming to see her unannounced was that he needed her.