"You like boys other than your boyfriend?" he replies cluelessly, having not yet figured out she might be talking about him. Alcohol makes him a little slow... and then suddenly he's sitting back against the couch with her straddling his lap. His hands move of their own accord, clutching at her hips, and with their foreheads touching he has no choice but to stare into her eyes and get lost in them.
"I could draw you a thousand times," he drunkenly rambles, "and never be able to capture just how beautiful you are on paper." And the picture he'd given her a month ago was a pretty stunning interpretation of her.
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Date: 2011-11-14 04:27 am (UTC)"I could draw you a thousand times," he drunkenly rambles, "and never be able to capture just how beautiful you are on paper." And the picture he'd given her a month ago was a pretty stunning interpretation of her.