[It's always a little bit cold and a little bit dismal in The Unclean Realm, and Huaisang has made peace with bad lighting as a result. It doesn't particularly matter right now, for this piece, because the point is not the mastery but the making— the quiet comfort of it, painting portraits.
Not to say that he isn't putting his whole chest into the technique, because like, of course he has to produce the best quality art he's capable of or he'll have a small tantrum, but. It's mostly the work, and the way Fitz absolutely keeps looking at other things, which is at least not fidgeting - and so on. The cottage is warm and Huaisang has smudges of ink and paints on his face and fingers remarkably quickly, and it is Nice. So.]
Hm? No, not really. No one wanted to hold still long enough. [A beat.] Ah, sometimes I would sketch...? I'm terrible at following a long lecture.
[And all of his classmates were super duper hot, so yeah, he absolutely sketched the homies while he was supposed to be learning Lan Rules, or whatever. Those times were markedly not like this.]
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Not to say that he isn't putting his whole chest into the technique, because like, of course he has to produce the best quality art he's capable of or he'll have a small tantrum, but. It's mostly the work, and the way Fitz absolutely keeps looking at other things, which is at least not fidgeting - and so on. The cottage is warm and Huaisang has smudges of ink and paints on his face and fingers remarkably quickly, and it is Nice. So.]
Hm? No, not really. No one wanted to hold still long enough. [A beat.] Ah, sometimes I would sketch...? I'm terrible at following a long lecture.
[And all of his classmates were super duper hot, so yeah, he absolutely sketched the homies while he was supposed to be learning Lan Rules, or whatever. Those times were markedly not like this.]
It will be good! I swear!