Snippet #1693804

Drake was having a grand time in his room, sitting at his desk with an fountain pen, what a delightful invention it was. He was playing with sketching out various portraits. He wasn't very good at drawing with the messy pen, but they faces were at least halfway recognizable. There was James, leaning out a window, an annoyed look on his face. That had been from when Drake had taken up hunting birds and left all the carcasses out on the back lawn. James liked animals, and seeing so many dead ones had really annoyed him. He'd signed down a few vulgar things at Drake, which he had found extremely amusing. At the next Gala there had been an abundance of fowl related dishes, and both James and Drake's fingers had been red and raw from plucking so many birds. Drake smiled fondly at the memory. They stayed up for three days straight plucking all the birds, and it had been great fun.

Then there was a rough sketch of Deget, another face beside her's. Zeke's. They truly did look quite a bit alike. There was also one of Esther, of her staring directly out of the page at the viewer that made Drake smile. He wondered how much power the pretty young lady really did have. Wouldn't it be great fun if she actually managed to kill some one? Drake would egg her on and see, he decided.

Now he was working on one of the pretty young man, Gepetto. Thant one reminded him of James the first time they'd met. Maybe that was why he'd decided to pick the young man. And it was obvious that James must fancy him, seeing that one bottle of red was missing from Drake's room. No one else would have been able to unlock the door apart from James, who had all the keys to the manor.

How sweet was it.

James, fancying a human. It was almost laughable. But the boy was still human at heart, no matter how much Drake had tried to squash the little quirks of compassion the boy still kept. OH well, it would be better to let him keep being smitten and having the man, Gepetto, the pretty little pet, die than try to squash the feelings on his own. It wasn't like James could run off any where, or do anything bad. Drake was still in control of the situation.

As he finished the likeness of the slight blonde, Drake leaned back and sighed lightly. Maybe he should try his hand at painting again. Wouldn't it be hilarious to bring the guests in for a sitting so he could paint them? Or maybe he could play around with charcoals. The ink was already covering his hands, so getting them messier would be much of a bother.

Time to start on Monica's face.