I was finally able to buy my own watercolors, they are beautiful, I love them.*+(੭ु´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ु♥
What do you think if I make some requests to practice?

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I was finally able to buy my own watercolors, they are beautiful, I love them.*+(੭ु´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ु♥
What do you think if I make some requests to practice?
Full illustration commission for @oti-sama.*+
Thank you very much for commissioning me Oma, I hope you like it.*+♥
Commission info.*+
Support my art with a coffee ☕️♥
Snowflakes
You watch her sip her overpriced coffee. She giggles, and locks eyes with you. “What are you looking at?” She asks, swinging her head to one side. “You,” you confess, following her lead. She giggles again. You sip from your own drink. You set it down to her holding a white foam covered finger out. You flinch back, and she flicks it onto your face. “Got you, Zach,” she smiles. You lift your eyebrows, and take some from your own. You reach forward, and plop it onto her nose. “I got you back, Kyungri,” you smile. She grabs a napkin, and wipes her face. You wipe your own, and stare at her again. “Do you want to go someplace else?” You offer, and she nods slowly. “Sure,” she agrees, standing from her chair. She smooths out her dark green dress, as you rise yourself. You play with the ends of your red sweater, as she swings her purse over her shoulder. You both grab your drinks, and you interlace your free hand with hers. You both walk out of the cafe. Snow starts falling down, and you both look up at the white flecks in the black sky. You turn to her. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Kyungri whispers. “Yes, you are,” you state. She looks at you, as her cheeks turn red. You face her, and smile sweetly. You drop her hand, and cup her face. Snowflakes land on her eyelashes, as she melts into your touch. You lean in, gently pressing your lips to hers. You taste the vanilla from her coffee on her lips. She gasps lightly, grabbing your arm. You close your eyes, and pull her closer. You smile, and pull away. Your lips ghost over hers. “Merry Christmas, Kyungri.”