|This will go towards that premium membership thingy. More points means more drawings from me. ^-^|
also, commissions here: fav.me/d7q0nbt
The Old Man and the Girl in RedThe fireplace lit the room with an auburn glow as its heat barely stroked the tips of the old man's fingers as he sat hunched over in his arm chair, his old withered hands resting on the crown of his cane. His hair was long and as aged white as old parchment, as was his unkempt beard that covered some of his worn face. Each wrinkle - a scar of time - decorated his face as wounds of a war that all men would inevitably lose. He wore a long, dark blue gown, tied at the waste with his legs covered with smart trousers and his feet kept warm with plain black socks and slippers of cotton. He gazed into the fire as tongues of flame licked the air, crackling as it offered its heat on a most cold winter night. The door creaked open, the aged hinges and wood moaning loudly under the strain of movement. Slowly, a young, beautiful woman entered the room; her emerald eyes and sunshine hair were such strangers in the dark, lonely room. Her skin was as smooth as silk to the touch and her form brought
Highschool/ sophmore/10th grade
I love mechanical engineering, animation, sewing, and youtube commentary.
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