For once, I don’t know what to paint.

A portrait. #SeductiveSunday

//Maybe like this for a starter? I want to write for Noah again!

Something... or someone.

[He doesn’t mean to stumble into the man, at all. But the city is loud, and his hands are busy with his oils and brushes, so...] Oh! I’m sorry... George Bird

[Noah’s gaze lands on the woman with a dog, a good subject for his watercolour studies. Perhaps here in the city it would be weird not to ask for her permission, right? So he sits beside her]. Excuse me? @DarkestDraft

// A reminder for the lovely people who are following/interacting to read Noah’s bio, since I won’t have any transphobic nonsense around. Thank you! x

[The city is too loud].

I’m running out of canvases.

// Trying this again... Like this for a starter!

Freckle is an icon.

A cigarette sounds wonderful right now.

@Envysnxke Sounds dreamy. [Noah gives Bom's hand a little squeeze before letting go, waving for a waitress to take their order].

@Envysnxke [Noah smiles widely, slightly red. Is it because of the stains on his clothes? How embarrassing]. That would be nice.

@Envysnxke [Noah chuckles, nervous. He hasn't gone out with someone in a while, after all]. And you're really handsome.

@Envysnxke [Noah's cheeks flush red, an embarrassed smile on his face].

There'll be lightning soon.

It'll get cold, and strange.

A new canvas, right in front of me.

An arcade. Hmm.