Frisk Drawing Novels & Stories

“I believe that if it wasn’t safe, she wouldn’t have left it in her bag next to her hairbrush and a half-eaten scone.” That seems like a fair point and I stop arguing. He pulls the cap off and uncorks the tiny, sharp quill he swiped with it. I hold out my arm, then stop. “Wait. Are you even good at drawing on skin? I know you have some artistic chops on paper, but this is different.” “Chris, are you going to chicken out?” “No, I just want to be sure that you have the skill to back up your crazy plan.” He stares at me, deadpan. “I’ve been sketching wolves since I could hold a pencil.”

If I had just have accepted the king mom would still be here. “He drew this…” Richard drew my attention to him, as he held a piece of paper out for me to see, a crayon drawing rested on it. It was quite good actually. “He’s a little artist in the making.” On the paper was a drawing of a a girl with dark hair, she had been given muscles, and her hair was tied in a ponytail that sat right at the top of her head, much like a unicorn horn which made me chuckle with tears still flowing. Is that really how Freddie viewed me? He saw me as this amazing, powerful superhero?

I winked at him. " I trust you and your artistic skills," he assured me. I placed the brush on his collarbone, moving down his chest, drawing the silhouette of a snake across his muscles. His eyes followed my every move with a smug smile on his face. I couldn't deny that Liam was handsome, and if it hadn't been for the feeling I had already noticed Skyller had for him, I probably would have taken the opportunity to find out if he lived up to his reputation. I finished the drawing with white paint, making some details like eyes and scales, ignoring the other girls' glances at our little interaction.