[ what a day. no lighthouse this time! taair is instead sitting outside in the garden with his sketchbook in his lap, open to a half finished portrait.
he's rubbing his temples at the moment as opposed to actually drawing, and he looks up, blinks, and then smiles gently at the sight of yves - tired, but still taair, as ever. ]
week 3, saturday
he's rubbing his temples at the moment as opposed to actually drawing, and he looks up, blinks, and then smiles gently at the sight of yves - tired, but still taair, as ever. ]
Yves... hello. How are you feeling?