Steve thinks Cecelia will the be simplest for him to picture. He can relate to her in so many ways. He's better now than he used to be, but..the will to live, despite one's limitations. The will to do just as much...yes. He knows he'll be able to breathe life into her on the paper, if no one else.
Not that he's giving up on trying, by no means. But if he can get close on any of them, he'll be very pleased.
"Thank you, Amelia." Steve accepts the notebook back, eyes furtively skimming the pages and flitting over to her own garments as if to doublecheck a detail or two before he keeps sketching. A family man, a scholar, and a firecracker of a little sister, living larger than her small frame allows her. Little by little, a rough image of Amelia's family is emerging on the paper.
He won't show her, not yet. But another two cups of coffee later he's got a rough group sketch to work with. He turns it around for Amelia to see.
"It's not going to be right. Not yet. Tell me what needs fixing. Eyes too wide. Nose too long. Improper posture. I want to try...and make this as close as I can. I hope it's not way off the mark."
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Not that he's giving up on trying, by no means. But if he can get close on any of them, he'll be very pleased.
"Thank you, Amelia." Steve accepts the notebook back, eyes furtively skimming the pages and flitting over to her own garments as if to doublecheck a detail or two before he keeps sketching. A family man, a scholar, and a firecracker of a little sister, living larger than her small frame allows her. Little by little, a rough image of Amelia's family is emerging on the paper.
He won't show her, not yet. But another two cups of coffee later he's got a rough group sketch to work with. He turns it around for Amelia to see.
"It's not going to be right. Not yet. Tell me what needs fixing. Eyes too wide. Nose too long. Improper posture. I want to try...and make this as close as I can. I hope it's not way off the mark."