[ Mapping the resort is an ongoing project, one that's become fairly slow-going the more Nami explores the place. There are still blanks to fill in, but seeing as how she hasn't gotten there yet, it's left her with an abundance of time to pick up other, alternate projects. Drawing has always been a part of Nami's life, though before the casino, she's never had the space for it. The few times Arlong caught her working on something other than the maps he held her in captivity to draw had come with swift discipline, the results painful enough to put her off attempting again for years. She couldn't take having another sketch of her mother pulled out of her hands again, not when she still had so far to go for her village.
But things are different now, she's free for the first time in eight years, and she's slowly come to enjoy fostering this particular talent, first covertly, sketching those she shares a bed with while they sleep, shoulders, hands, profiles, silhouettes, all drawn swiftly in the dead of night and tucked away protectively in the back of her notebook. It was only after Hua Cheng's message to the network about how he'd like to meet others who enjoyed drawing, that Nami began to embrace the idea of trying her hand at drawing folks who weren't asleep, and Basch, for all his sweet willingness to do things to make her happy, and gorgeously defined lines and angles, made him seem like a good person to ask.
Once in his room, she gets to work, adjusting how the lampshades in his room tilt to give off light, before pulling a chair close to a larger one, and getting it to a spot she thinks will cast interesting shadows on his form after he settles. Stopping there, Nami looks over at Basch, her head tilting gently towards the seat in question. ]
Can you take your shirt off? I want to try drawing your back, so when you sit, sit backwards.
[ She knows he likes being told what to do, which is what's gotten her this far, but for someone like her, who's cards are held close to her chest at all times, Nami feels a bit sheepish asking for this, finding it stupidly ironic how she can boss him around in the throes of passion, but almost wants to squirm where she stands after wanting something a little less frenzied and a little more personal. ]
–ART!! (cw: brief allusions of child abuse/child slavery)
But things are different now, she's free for the first time in eight years, and she's slowly come to enjoy fostering this particular talent, first covertly, sketching those she shares a bed with while they sleep, shoulders, hands, profiles, silhouettes, all drawn swiftly in the dead of night and tucked away protectively in the back of her notebook. It was only after Hua Cheng's message to the network about how he'd like to meet others who enjoyed drawing, that Nami began to embrace the idea of trying her hand at drawing folks who weren't asleep, and Basch, for all his sweet willingness to do things to make her happy, and gorgeously defined lines and angles, made him seem like a good person to ask.
Once in his room, she gets to work, adjusting how the lampshades in his room tilt to give off light, before pulling a chair close to a larger one, and getting it to a spot she thinks will cast interesting shadows on his form after he settles. Stopping there, Nami looks over at Basch, her head tilting gently towards the seat in question. ]
Can you take your shirt off? I want to try drawing your back, so when you sit, sit backwards.
[ She knows he likes being told what to do, which is what's gotten her this far, but for someone like her, who's cards are held close to her chest at all times, Nami feels a bit sheepish asking for this, finding it stupidly ironic how she can boss him around in the throes of passion, but almost wants to squirm where she stands after wanting something a little less frenzied and a little more personal. ]
What are you reading to me today?