• ˚₊· ͟ "Any Angle!"
Now playing:Any Angle-noa Sypnosis: You just can't find the perfect angle to draw him in! When you do, it's ruined by your pencil snapping! You plan to give up until a certain someone saves the day with a spare pencil!
Pairing/s:Riddle♡reader, Epel♡reader Contents:Reader is yuu(again), fluff, crack(??),slight Trey x riddle but dw Riddle's all urs, ooc a/n:I've just got an idea so consider this filler until the poll results come out. Also, I've added epel!
• ˚₊· ͟ Riddle!
Scribble.. Scribble.. Rip. That was the endless pattern you were stuck in. Your pen glides through the outlines before it accidentally blots all over your perfect lineart! Ugh—! You just can't seem to get it right! Get **him** right!
You've admired him for his housewardeness-like authority, how he cares for you and tidied your appearance—how he would collar grim and ace time to time—wishing it was you. And his face card too! Like.. no wonder he's the leader of his card soldiers! But no more ogling! Focus on your drawing!
You start to finish up your sketch—it started to look extremely promising by how well-illustrated was his perfectly ironed uniform to his red, shiny, and soft hair—even though it was in grey scale, that one art tutorial you watched when you were 13 on YouTube taught you well.
Well, that memory didn't last long until you snapped out of it—finding that your ink had overblotted(heh.. See what I did there....?) You tore out another piece of paper or so you would call it "worthless garbage" and crinkle it up to dispose of later.
You failed to keep count on how much paper you've wasted. You imagined the trees sacrificed for your sketchpad looking down on you right now as you picked up your pencil to start a new sketch.
You decided to do a quick draft of Riddle, just something fast and good enough to finally stop this vicious cycle. You start out your sketch—the graphite flowing out easily on the soft paper, his mesmerizing grey eyes—his soft, plump cheeks—that pout he fashions—just everything! Until—
The snap of your pencil's graphite was nothing new to you. You wanted to hurl your pencil into the horizon but what if it hurls into someone?? Worse—it could be him!
You pushed those thoughts aside as you start to tear the page off—a voice interrupts."Hello, prefect." He greeted, lending you a spare pencil. His smile ever gracing his features.
You responded to his interruption by snapping your head up to face him, muttering a small 'thanks' before snatching it from him. He glances down at your sketch
—you scramble to cover the pages before he could find out you were drawing him and ultimately humiliate you in public!
"I—Don't look there!" Exclaiming, your face burns a vibrant enough red that someone could mistake you as a poisonous creature in the Amazon.
Confused, he prys away your hands(your stomach had done a summersault just because of his touch)to reveal sketches of him in different angles—each crumpled but still clear enough to decipher that it was him. You scoot away from him, waiting to be washed down with humiliation. But that never came.
—instead, you heard an awe from him.
"Oh wow.." he held up the crumpled pieces like it was his most prized possession (because it was) his eyes sparkled with a delight you've only seen when he was with Trey.
"This is.. I never knew you were an artist, prefect." He spoke in fascination, wondering why would you ever hide this from him?? This was art in its finest!
"May I keep this? Just for.. something." That something was him framing it for his own giddiness. He sat down with you to gaze upon all your other sketches.
Next time you visit him, you'll see it framed and honored against his bedside table along with a polaroid of you.
• ˚₊· ͟ Epel!
You were in the countryside—coincidentally at the same time as Epel, the guy of your dreams.Sure, his height was no better than Riddle's or Lillia's—but he just had that boyish charm to him.
You rest your cheek on your hand, headphones plugged in to your phone—the only device you've been graced with in this unfamiliar world. You kept your pencil in hand, lazily drawing and sketching—just to take it out and tear it apart. How many minutes—no, hours, have you been stuck in this?? You didn't know but you knew one thing.
It was the fact you couldn't capture his cuteness! You've tried and tried but nothing seemed to work! You furiously scrub the eraser against the page, ripping in a small hole in the process and your pencil seemed to sync in with it giving up on you and snapping.
Oh well, you were gonna do that sooner or later. You crumple it up into a ball and toss it into the bin behind you.When you didn't hear the familiar 'thud' of the bin, you turned around and saw someone you've longed for.
It was Epel! He had caught your garbage, holding it in his hand.He had a cool and composed structure, shifting his weight to his right foot—he held up the crumpled ball of paper.
"Mornin' apple." Greeting you casually with that country accent you've grown to love, using that nickname he had given you due to him describing you as 'sweet as an apple'. You knew that he probably meant it in a platonic way(he didn't) but your heart couldn't help but flutter at his words.
"Ah, hey, Epel." As flustered as you were, you try to strike up a conversation with him since it would be rude not to greet someone who was passing by, no?
Epel gives a sideways glance to the object he held, then eyeing you."Hey, apple. Whatchya doin to be crumpling up paper into a ball?" Epel inquired, what was in this ball that you could be throwing away? Were you using it as a substitute to plain napkins to clean up spilled juice? No.. It definitely wasn't that since he had yet to see a stain seeping in the material and a beverage.He handed you a pencil—you looked at him with gratitude and took it.
"Ah.. it's nothing—it's just trash I wanted to throw away." Technically, you weren't lying, but you had to protect your dignity somehow by telling a double-edged lie.
"Hmm.. lemme see then.." Epel started to slowly unravel the piece of garbage as you frantically waved your hands towards him as a signal not to open it. To your dismay, he had already fully unwrapped it.
Looking at a sketch of himself, he looks at you, then looks back again to that piece of paper. Analyzing it, your skills were simply one of a kind.
"Why would ya throw somethin' like this?" He questioned, thought, he was disappointed when he saw that his 2d self(what version of him isn't 2d smh)didn't have muscles and guns.
"I—uhm.." you started to stutter, it wasn't easy talking to a cute boy like him!"Coulda drawn me with more muscles though.." Epel complained, pouting and crossing his arms over each other.
"Anyways, if ya don't want it, I'll take it. I like ya style." He puts it in his pocket with a smile—something that always gets your heart melting when you see it.
A few days later, you find it glued onto his locker.
WOOO! I'm halfway through the prologue and profiles! I'm super lazy tho and it'll get worse when Christmas break's over huhuhu so I'll try my best to get it done quickly!
