@skullmotif // you make me laugh until i die; can you think of any better way to choke ?
she sits, curiously, on the rock, her legs swinging slightly, childishly, as she watches him. when she used to paint ( because hobbies are always a USED TO for luna, because the sketchbook in her bag has not been opened or touched since it was packed, because her hands shake too much for anything less sturdy than a trident these days ) , she had a penchant for landscapes, for inanimate objects. not so much people; the eyes had always come out too flat, and it had disturbed her to think of the canvases and their flat eyes staring at her when she slept. so she stuck to the sunrise, or pryna’s sleeping form under a blanket, her tail sticking out haphazardly. so prompto’s study of humans, despite his different medium, FASCINATES her. ❛ how do you know which angles are going to give you the best result ? ❜ she asks suddenly, bracing the heels of her palms on the rock beneath her, leaning forward slightly. ❛ you seem so ––– sure of yourself. how do you just . . . know ? ❜
