Ursa looked at Jesse as he held that sketchbook and pencil in his hands, “Yeah,” she gave a confirmation as she also gave a slight nod of her head when he asked about the gray scale - or rather, just made the clarification of what she had said to him. There was something calming about the sound of the pencil working over the paper, the soft sound that it made. It almost inspired her to want to learn to draw herself, but she had never really been good at drawing. She had trouble with stick figures. Still, there was that sound, soothing, soft, it was almost enough to lull her to sleep. However, she didn’t actually close her eyes or go to sleep. Instead, she pulled one foot up, her knee against her chest as she wrapped her arms around her leg and rested her chin on her knee, her eyes on Jesse.
She watched as he glanced up at her from time to time. His glances made her wonder what he was thinking. Was he just looking at her to help with his image of the drawing? Was he expecting her to break down right in front of him? She wanted to, she wanted to break, to curl up and cry, to just let out all of her anger, all of her pain. And in a moment, the pain would be dealt with, but the anger? The sadness? The loneliness? No, those would not be so easily pulled from her like the pain would be. Perhaps he was just waiting for her to say something, but what? What was there to say? He had said that he wasn’t to keen on Jordan before, but before she had chalked it up to the fact that he was a connection to a woman who had betrayed him in the end. Or rather, one of the women who had betrayed him. She didn’t know, she wanted to ask, but at the same time, was it really her business? Would he actually tell her what he was thinking? Would he voice his thoughts if she asked?
As he cleared his throat, she lifted her sad gaze up to him. The fact that she was feeling as she was just made the blue of her eyes seem lifeless, it didn’t glitter or shimmer like that of ice or diamonds like they did when she was happy, when her heart was full. They were dull right now, making them almost appear grey in color, or even white. Her heart wasn’t full, it was shattered in a billion pieces. He spoke and she focused on him in that moment, her thoughts fading to the background into the shadows of her mind for that moment. She shifted in the way she was sitting, bringing her foot back down to the floor before moving a bit to look at the sketch that he was working on. She smiled. It was a true smile but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “That’s perfect so far Jesse. Thank you for this again.” She added the last bit, reaching out for a moment, almost tempted to touch the drawing but then pulling her hand back just as quickly as she had moved it forward.
“I still stand by what I said earlier though Jesse, you’re the only one I trust to do my ink. And so far, it seems you have the ability to read my mind when it comes to what I am envisioning for the tattoo.” She said as she relaxed back into her seat and brought her arms around herself again, holding herself for that moment, her head leaning to the side so that she could continue to watch him work on the drawing. If she thought it was going in the wrong direction she would tell him, but so far, he wasn’t, his direction was true.
“It’s probably none of my business, but can I ask something?” She started with a quiet and sad tone, she knew she probably wouldn’t like the answers he would give her, but at this moment, she needed pain, and in a way, this was just another way of feeling the physical pain she needed in this moment.
She watched as he glanced up at her from time to time. His glances made her wonder what he was thinking. Was he just looking at her to help with his image of the drawing? Was he expecting her to break down right in front of him? She wanted to, she wanted to break, to curl up and cry, to just let out all of her anger, all of her pain. And in a moment, the pain would be dealt with, but the anger? The sadness? The loneliness? No, those would not be so easily pulled from her like the pain would be. Perhaps he was just waiting for her to say something, but what? What was there to say? He had said that he wasn’t to keen on Jordan before, but before she had chalked it up to the fact that he was a connection to a woman who had betrayed him in the end. Or rather, one of the women who had betrayed him. She didn’t know, she wanted to ask, but at the same time, was it really her business? Would he actually tell her what he was thinking? Would he voice his thoughts if she asked?
As he cleared his throat, she lifted her sad gaze up to him. The fact that she was feeling as she was just made the blue of her eyes seem lifeless, it didn’t glitter or shimmer like that of ice or diamonds like they did when she was happy, when her heart was full. They were dull right now, making them almost appear grey in color, or even white. Her heart wasn’t full, it was shattered in a billion pieces. He spoke and she focused on him in that moment, her thoughts fading to the background into the shadows of her mind for that moment. She shifted in the way she was sitting, bringing her foot back down to the floor before moving a bit to look at the sketch that he was working on. She smiled. It was a true smile but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “That’s perfect so far Jesse. Thank you for this again.” She added the last bit, reaching out for a moment, almost tempted to touch the drawing but then pulling her hand back just as quickly as she had moved it forward.
“I still stand by what I said earlier though Jesse, you’re the only one I trust to do my ink. And so far, it seems you have the ability to read my mind when it comes to what I am envisioning for the tattoo.” She said as she relaxed back into her seat and brought her arms around herself again, holding herself for that moment, her head leaning to the side so that she could continue to watch him work on the drawing. If she thought it was going in the wrong direction she would tell him, but so far, he wasn’t, his direction was true.
“It’s probably none of my business, but can I ask something?” She started with a quiet and sad tone, she knew she probably wouldn’t like the answers he would give her, but at this moment, she needed pain, and in a way, this was just another way of feeling the physical pain she needed in this moment.