I said “don’t trust him”, baby, now you know. You don’t learn everything there is to know in school.
Tyves 4th, 1513 – Edge of Merchant District, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
“Finn?” Kevin peered around his easel, eyes narrowed almost to slits before tipping his paintbrush ninety degrees to the side then righting it again. He made a vague noise in the back of his throat before putting his brush back to the canvas. Considering how simple the painting was, well comparatively, it was not wanting to pour out like usual. Or maybe it was just that normally when he was doing a portrait seating, he wanted to get the subject in and out of his studio as quickly as possible.
He wouldn’t care if this one took all week.
“Finn, I know you can hear me. I’m starting to lose feeling in my legs.”