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Taking a deep breath, she got out of bed. "Whatever," she shrugged and came to her canvas in the other room, where she decided to continue her sketch. She was so happy it was almost hard for her to go back to sleep. She had been working on it for days and was finally giving the final touches to the eyes, which were green with black pupils, making a perfect match with the curly brown hair. The details and fine lines on the face were very important. They made it look like a real person-a masterpiece. "This is it," she muttered under her breath and smiled at her hard work.

He makes it slow and in light of shadowing his drawing from the moon,to the room and to the male person on the drawing. "You just gotta take it slow and don't make it so dark since this is a pen not a pencil."He said as his attention was fully drawn to the drawing while I stare to his face. Our faces were almost inch apart.He has a light brown hair and a pair of green eyes,the skin of his face didn't have any flaws on it neither a pimples or acne it wasn't also oily.His lips were pink and his smell was like a mint. "Hey,are you paying attention--"

Now, I was determined to finish it. I needed to capture every detail, to understand what I had seen in the woods. I focused on the details I hadn't finished before. The powerful claws at the end of its massive paws, each one sharp and curved. The way the fur bristled around its shoulders, making it look even bigger and more intimidating. I shaded the thick fur, trying to recreate the way the moonlight had made it seem almost black. The red glow of its eyes was still the most striking feature, and I carefully used my colored pencils to capture that intense, burning gaze.

And that pair of fiery eyes that stared at her intimately. Lauren took a deep breath and got up from the bed. She sat down at the table. She took out her sketchbook and pencil. She closed her eyes for a few seconds before sketching on the paper. After about ten minutes, a face with sharp features bearing a mischievous charm akin to that of a handsome rogue began to take shape on the paper. That touch of provocative arrogance was also captured in the drawing. Lauren was in a daze as she stared at her work. She stroked the pair of eyes she drew lightly.

Mia turned her sketchbook around without a word and held it up so only I could see. She had drawn all of them. Without looking down. From memory and instinct and the particular vision she had always had for the shape of things before they were finished. Five figures this time. Room left for more.

Her eyes lock onto mine. “And you can draw from that.” My pulse quickens. “How?” Eira steps closer. “Close your eyes.” I hesitate then obey. The world fades into darkness. “Breathe,” she instructs. I inhale slowly. Exhale. Again. “Reach,” she says. I frown slightly. “Reach where?” “Upward.” I tilt my head slightly, even though my eyes are closed. “Not with your body,” she adds. “With your mind.”

Drawing has been my talent from little and I had some so many work of arts. I sketched out that comes to my mind, especially the moon and butterflies but this time I decided to draw Adeline. Everything was set–the graphite pencils, markers, colored pencils , ink pens etc. I started with the overall pose, sketching out the outline of her body. I added the head and face according to Adeline's – round shaped face, gorgeous green eyeballs, plump pink lips with fine contours. I remembered every detail of how she looked. Her beautiful figure, lean yet captivating.

But sleep didn't come easily as it should, so I decided to go to my studio making myself cozy at the drawing table. His face was the first thing I started to outline, then his eyebrows. My fingers gripped the pencil with ease, my wrist moved with precision finding its rhythm and started drawing creases, longer than shorter points. His intense eyes were next, they looked bored yet particularly intense at the same time. I paused, took a deep breath, and rested back in my seat. I reached my side table and poured the golden liquid, savoring the burn in my throat.

Drake said as we watch how Mikey gives his dad, multiple kisses on his face. “Yeah, I mean minus the eyes,” I said in agreement. Mikey’s eyes were round while Nori’s eyes are more of an almond shape and with a single eyelid. But other than the eyes they almost look the same. From the black hair up to their way of speaking.

“And that’s just the base. That’s before they even start drawing geometry on their eyelids.” Mariah snorted. “Not geometry.” “IT IS,” I insisted, warming up now. “They’re like, ‘Just do a soft cut crease, a smoked-out outer corner, and a subtle wing,’ and I’m over here stabbing myself in the eye with a pencil because no one explained how to do a wing for someone whose eyelids aren’t tiny billboards.” Tori laughed, nodding a little too hard. “Honestly? She’s not wrong.”