" He returned the ticket to his pocket before he extended an arm out to the young artist, brows rising in a slight suggestion. It was a modest attempt at being anything like a gentleman, to offer his arm, and he harbored a mildly concerned thought that perhaps such a gesture would be too forward of him. "I just finished with her costume," he explained by way of keeping the quick moment from becoming awkward. He nodded towards the bag and its fluffy pink contents and cleared his throat as they continued on. "Last minute thing. If you would like to see her before show starts, I uh-" He glanced down to the shorter woman walking at his side and felt a certain anxiety dance through the arm he'd offered her; whether or not she had accepted it, he felt as if he needed to keep his hands from being idle. "I am sure Halina would not mind." There was always a subtle urge to make contact when he was with Lydia. Perhaps it was an unconscious attempt to bridge the void their suffered dialogue left, or something else. He hadn't felt the urge to dwell on such thoughts in a good eleven or twelve years and, for once in his life, it left him uncertain. "
I've been doing a lot of sketches of this couple recently-- I can't help it. Imagine a massive Polish prison guard, and a tiny artist woman with Selective Mutism that gets triggered at the sight of large men. Oddest combo amirite? ALL OF MY FEELS FOR AUGUDIA!
Augustyn Kowalsky (c) Gwen-the-awesome
Lydia Mitchell (c) Jei
Augudia (c) literary gawdz of awesum an greatness