Novel & Cerita Sketch Chapter 2

Or just sensible not to want to be trapped in a small room with an angry werewolf on the full moon? I settle back in my chair. “It’s fine. I think we’re nearly there anyway. Here, you keep this sketch I did and do your own for it. Do you do… I don’t know how jewellers do this. A technical drawing. Third angle projection or whatever? Well, leave that one until I get back to you with the choice of music. Just do me a sketch now to take with me, then see if you can find the right stone. Get some prices.”

He groans, and our eyes meet. My body is on fire witnessing them do this; at the same time, my heart is racing. It feels wrong, yet it feels exhilarating. After a while, Henry calls out for me, “Come here, sweet pea.” Harper paused, flashing me a welcome smile. Her eyes were red, her breath harsh, with drops of drool sliding down his thick rod. Then she went back to sucking. Slowly I walk to them. I'm asked to kneel, and I do. Harper gives way for me, then he kisses her, sucking on her saliva and tasting himself. “Good girl.” He slapped her nipple, and she moaned.

Not a house, not yet, but the beginning of one. I set the phone aside and picked up Mera’s sketchbook from the table. The page she’d left open had a drawing of a spaceship again this time, it had three little stick figures inside. Two big ones, one small and all of them where smiling. I wasn’t sure if that meant anything but I wanted it to.

The door closes behind him. Silence returns. I sit there for a moment, unmoving. Then I grab the sketchbook, flipping until I open the page. My gaze drifts over the eyes staring back at me. My fingers tighten around the pencil again. This time, I don’t hesitate. I drag the tip of it straight across the paper. Once. Twice. Again. Dark lines cut through the image, rough and deliberate, slicing through the careful detail. Ruining it. Destroying it. I stop only when the image is no longer recognizable.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 22 𝐼 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒... 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. Katherine I woke up feeling very bright and happy.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛..𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑦𝑒 𝑎𝑦𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚~~ 𝑖𝑣𝑦� ��𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠

I had seen him in boardrooms, seen him move numbers like a musician; I had not seen him lay a pencil across a page like this, tender and ridiculous and almost unbearably honest. He tapped a page and my breath stuck. The sketch was clumsy and beautiful: a little figure with a wildly disproportionate head and wide laugh lines, sitting on a swing. Beside it, in a shaky, neat hand he didn’t often use, was a caption: Tuesdays are for mud pies. — M. “You drew this a long time ago?” I asked, throat warm.

"It's not exactly 'showroom ready.'" She leaned over to get a look. He pulled the first page from the case. It was a rough but vibrant line sketch of a strong figure standing alone. Lilly's gaze softened. "Wow," she murmured. "This is… intense." Quill nodded, pulling another piece. It was the same figure but now crouched. The figure's muscles were more defined. With every sketch he'd tried to capture something different about Hawk. "Is it…" she trailed off as she glanced at him. "It's him, isn't it?"

She woke before she could see his face. End of Chapter Two.

She had not planned twelve chapters — she had let the chapters arrive in the order they arrived and counted them when she was finished. The first chapter was about Tuesdays. Ordinary Tuesdays in the twelfth and thirteenth years of building a life in a place that had been rebuilt. What the Tuesday mornings looked like when the work was moving correctly and the people were right and the day had the texture she had described to Darius — the texture of a day that knew what it was doing.