“Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of all Is never to feel the burning light.” — indie ICARUS based on the myth — please read rules before interacting — ( art by sergey solomko & jmw turner )
Amelia nodded at him, complying with his request, and trying hard not to seem like she was trying too hard. Which it definitely felt like she was. She tilted her head, and continued looking at her book, mindlessly reading lines that had no real meaning to her. She’d have to go through everything once more when she got home. What a waste of an afternoon.
Her eyes flashed to his rapid movements, and, despite her prior feelings, she could not help but be entranced by how quickly and precise his hands moved. He obviously knew very well what he was doing, and she was suddenly filled with excitement to see what the end result would be. “Do you always give away your pieces? Or is this a special occasion?”
Letting out a laugh at her question, he looked up for a second as he replied.
“More of a special occasion. I usually don’t bother people this much. Surprising, right ?”
Slightly more comfortable, the artist quickly continued the drawing, a grin on his face. He still felt guilty, of course he did, he had just ruined her day. However, she didn’t look as upset as she had been && that was certainly something that relaxed him even a little.
“Five minutes? Okay, cool. I can do five minutes.”
Amelia looked away from him, back to her books and papers. She hadn’t gotten much done, but it was whatever now. She could go home and finish her assignments. Despite the fact that he’d finally asked permission, she still felt a tad bit awkward about the entire situation, and she was sure sitting there for longer than the five minutes he needed would be painful.
“Do you need me to do anything? Like, pose?” Very awkward to ask that. “And will I get to see it when you’re done? I’d like to.”
Giving her a small nod, he quickly started continuing the portrait, figuring the faster he finished, the faster she’d be out of her misery.
“Just tilt your head a bit to your right?“
Giving her a tentative smile, he reached for the eraser, his hand continuing to fly over the sketchbook afterwards.
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Her frustrations wavered as she watched the server struggle with the correct way to defend his actions. Amelia rested her chin on the palm of her hand, and raised her eyebrows at him and his question. Really? He’d interrupted her studying and working, and he was worried about irritating her?
“I’m more okay with you asking me, than you not asking me and making me feel anxious about you staring me down. For pete’s sake, I almost considered calling my boyfriend down here so he’d maybe intimidate you into leaving me in peace.”
She honestly wouldn’t have called him; she’d more likely leave and do her homework at home, if she was being honest. Still, the thought of actually having Cameron leave work to come to the small restaurant was an entertaining one that’d she save for a later time. For now she had to deal with the young man awkwardly standing in front of her.
“Are you almost done? Drawing me, I mean. Will you be done soon?”
“God, I’m so sorry, again.”
He let out, unsure how to make it up to this stranger he bothered oh so much. Perhaps he could give her the drawing && hopefully she’d like it.
This restaurant was probably her favorite place to come to do homework. She usually came in the afternoons, right before the evening rush, so she could be out before there was too many people in the establishment. It was usually quiet before that, and, a major plus, the place had wifi, and the employees were nice. As long as she had her headphones in, and she kept sipping on coffee or tea, she was left alone with her thoughts and her assignments, and that’s why this was her favorite.
Today was a tad different than every other day. She’d been running late, so she was in the place later than usual, which meant that the staff that had been waiting on her was different. She didn’t recognize any of the servers, but that didn’t bother Amelia much. She’d still have an ample amount of time to do her work, and it wasn’t even much to begin with. She would have been totally fine, with the exception of the young man behind the counter staring at her. She didn’t even know when she’d become aware of him, but as soon as she had, she couldn’t stop. She’d tried covering her face with her hair, with her hand, even with her book, but that just seemed to make him try harder to look at her face. It was incredibly distracting; she could barely concentrate on her work.
So when he finally approached her, she was flustered and on the verge of aggravation. “You’ve been staring at me since I walked in, and I’ve been here for almost two hours, and you’re just now asking for permission?”
Mia would have been flattered to be his subject, but all she could think about was her bubbling irritation, and her lack of work getting done. “Why didn’t you ask sooner? It would have saved us both a lot of trouble.”
“Uh- I-”
He stammered, wide eyed, realizing that there wasn’t a correct && proper answer without sounding more like a complete freak. Letting out a nervous laugh, he scratched the back of his neck, in a desperate attempt to win some more time — ?? As if that would help even remotely.
“Come on, I was one hundred percent sure that you would be very freaked out and irritated.”
Icarus let out, completely honest. There wasn’t a clever lie or a better truth to get him out of this, unfortunately. It was blatant & his muse struck apparently whenever. However, the fact that she didn’t look that freaked out gave him some sort of hope.
Icarus was aware that what he was doing could would be considered utterly creepy, the kind where it could would lead to a restraining order, but when he saw the customer, he just wanted to draw. It was a bad habit, really, but he hadn’t got into any trouble yet, and it was all that mattered. Luckily it was after the rush hour and he had like two tables to attend in total, so there he was, sat behind the counter with his sketchpad and his HB pencils he kept close ( just in case, you know ). But after an hour spend only trying get the girl’s nose right, he gave up and decided to be upfront about it as he made his way to the girl’s table. What’s the worst that could happen, right? Right.
“Look, I’m so sorry but uh- I am an art major and I.. I have this project… AndIwouldlovetodrawyou. Can you just — Stop moving. Maybe?”
He trailed off, pretty sure that was the worst conversation he had, in all of his existence. At least the project part was not a whole lie, he had to draw someone, it just happened to be a customer he served coffee an hour ago.
Icarus replied with a huge grin and a wink as he leaned on the counter, trying to figure out what the other actually meant. After a couple of seconds, he raised an eyebrow, curiosity taking the humor’s place.
