Perfect Lips He never could look anyone in the eye. Especially not women. He looked at their lips instead. He knew a person by their lips, memorizing their shape and pigment. The little lines. The way they moved and how the corners stretched when the owner spoke. He was no artist, but he kept a notebook. Its pages drawn gently upon with soft graphite. Dates were next to each pair. Names if he knew them. For him, mouths told more about a person than eyes could. Nerves and retinas. Irises and lenses. They could not make polite conversation. Could not smile or frown. Could not yell and tell lies. Could not spit and hate or love. Could not press to other lips and make one's head feel dizzy.More Like This
Lips told stories, but not just with words. Stories about the person. Thin, small lips tinted pink from youth. Chapped lips bleeding from being bitten. Lips adorned with silver rings. Lips pulled into the mouth from wrinkles, corners tugged downward with age and knowledge of the world.
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Art Trades FULLI'm bored so am opening art trades, but only for five slots. Comment here to snag one. I'm not just going to draw random things though. I want to to draw one of your oc's. This does not include fan characters. Sorry. I'm also not very good at anthro (though I don't mind it. I'm just warning you). Okay, thanks.More Like This
P.S. I don't care which oc of mine you draw. You can find them in the Circus Freaks and Stitches folder in my gallery (and among other places).