#para {prudence}

[sinfvvl]

     “Hi, this is fucking terrible.” Prudence burst into the room with no other prelude, photograph book of Ethan’s --- Professor Trafford’s --- work in her hand. She had the page open to a photograph of painting he’d done, one that hung in a modern art museum, but there was no connection at all. “It evokes nothing. If I painted this, you’d fail me. So...explain.” // @allert0nmen

[sinfvvl]

     “Hang on. Right there. Don’t move.” Prudence’s lips pressed together, face drawn in concentration as the charcoal in her left hand brushed over the sketchbook in front of her. Her white jersey dress was smudged in patches with color, as was the blue and white checkered button-down she had tied around her waist. “I’m just trying to get things...just right.”