HEY MISTER LONELINESS — art guild meeting

[Ilijas]

ilijas arthur valentine

reckless wanderer | noble stag

If being an artist meant giving up precious sleep to sit around in a café and discuss guild matters then he never wanted to look upon his camera or his paints and canvases ever again.  Of course, that was an exaggeration made by the obviously melodramatic boy, a groan threatening to spill from silver lips as he took a seat before Ja'sunna. He loved art, the act of creating something, anything, one of the few hobbies able to provide him solace and comfort in an otherwise terrifyingly unknown world. This was just another sacrifice for his craft, he told himself, even if that sacrifice did mean that he'd get a far later start than usual tomorrow.

[color=gray]"What's going on?" The bengal feline would inquire smoothly, a metaphorical brow arching in some strange attempt to appear less sleepy. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't almost miss the meeting, having dozed off under the stars during some makeshift photoshoot set up to kill time before the inevitable gathering. He was relatively enthusiastic and energetic usually though, he doubted that he appeared any different at one in the morning. And hopefully not frustrated by the fact that he was here and not in bed. God, he missed his bed.  [color=gray]"Are the snacks free for all? I'm starving."

cause god, i never felt young

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