"Well, well, well, don't you strike me as a wayward artist in need of a purposeless, astonishing redheaded muse?" Fingers lift to brush back waves of crimson, her head shaking slightly to add to the theatrical effect. "If so, I think I can find it in this heart of gold, to make a little time to fill your film." A kittenish grin is offered up, accompanied by a slight shrug. "What do you say?" // @brokenxdreams
















