𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 that he works for a supergenius who knows damn good and well what they’re doing — because right now it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. Right now, he feels like he’s walking in a room full of eggshells in glass slippers, complete with the formal wear — and one wrong move will send everything shattering to bits. He knows Coco likes to keep an eye on anyone making a name for themselves in the underworld — it’s just that they’re London’s kingpin and they could probably find someone better to send off to France — maybe someone French? Maybe someone who knows what the hell they’re doing here? He’s never found his own strangeness beautiful — but it’s unlikely that this man is talking about him. More likely, he’s just making conversation. It’s all Westley can do not to fidget.
The truth is that he sees beauty everywhere — and he sees ugliness, too. Nearly everything in his life is a dichotomy — and it makes him hesitant. Looking down for a moment in what could pass for a sort of charming bashfulness, he smiles. It’s not a perfect smile — one side of his mouth raises more than the other and really, it’s more a smirk than anything else — complete with dimples he never did outgrow. Raising his gaze, he leans against the wall. Is it okay to lean? His voice is out of place when he speaks...but then, it is that in London too. As though it had never found a home. “Then you find beauty in broken things. Isn’t it wiser to admire something more...traditional...more safe?”
I know it's a little silly, but I'm actually kind of proud of this. My partner has been getting into digital art recently, and it looked like so much fun that I wanted to try it out myself! So to practice using a stylus and the art app I downloaded, I traced over a couple of dragons posted by the lovely @thelatestkate, because they were so friend-shaped and approachable.
And honestly? I'm proud of these! I've never done anything like this before, and it's bringing me so much joy.
So... thank you for helping me get started on my art journey! I hope these silly little re-colorings make you as happy as they made me.
The way Luz's thank you drawing got rejected by the person it was for when she thought she finally found someone who wouldn't make fun of her for her eccentric behavior, that she is worthless..and then the drawing does get recognized, that it's beautiful and why would it get thrown away. She was finally understood (I am in shambles help-)