~}Floods{~ wrote:"Okay. That's perfect. Just stay right there.'' *Gently John started to do strokes for Ainsley's beautiful black hair and he smiled as he did this getting every detail possible before moving on to his eyes, getting lost in them for a quick second before he quickly went back to drawing his bold features. Making his lips and chin next his eyes kept flicking up from his paper.Biting his lip he focused on the paper.Finishing his face he moved onto his neck making sure for perfect detail.
"There done. I know it's horrible though" He held up the drawing towards Ainsley's face. "I hope that's okay."
Ainsley squeaked as he began drawing. He wasn't used to other people drawing him. He flushed when the other finished, looking at the practically perfect drawing of him. "Th-That's..." He was practically speechless. "You..." His hand twitched before bounced forward, hugging the other. "It's perfect." He whispered into his ear.
brave. wrote:• Max •
17 - Male - Focused - In the City w/ Kadence - Single - No crush(es) - Bisexual
Max listened quietly to his words, and followed his lead. He nodded lightly again as he paid close attention to the guitar.
Kadence stretched his fingers slightly. He moved his fingers again. "F." He hummed softly, he often figured out what came next by the pitches he could reach. "There's really only one more important one. It's a D chord and with the basic five chords you can play almost any song." He moved his fingers again.
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ThirteenCrimsonLily wrote:Kace giggled, grinning at him. He took his hand, pulling him over to the couch before moving to the cabinet with the movies.
You kissed the lips of evil,
Two months is all the same.
I begged for the mans approval,
Pray to die in vain.
Sit down with thoughts alone now,
With blood these lyrics came.
Your words, they eat right through me,
Death could hear my shame.
The tears we've cried, this love has died,
You're by yourself with me tonight.
It's what we hide with every lie,
And stitch these wounds with me tonight.
~BVB (We stitch these Wounds)