Aug 9, 2018
@oftheoutcasts
“Amour, Amour! L’Amour!” As soon as she reached him, Madeleine practically threw herself to the ground next to Amour, sprawling across the ticklish grass with a yelp. Recovering quickly, she sat up and carefully shoved her sketchbook into his hands. “Help me,” she wrung her hands and urgently bestowed her widest puppy-dog eyes upon him. “I’ve been defeated by artist’s block.”