character: laphicet_(tales), velvet_crowe, copyright: tales_of_berseria
2girls, velvet_crowe, laphicet_(tales), high-backed chair, sitting back, legs crossed, satisfied expression, smug, half-closed eyes, arm around waist, lap sitting, blonde hair, green eyes, deep blush, sweat drop on cheek, embarrassed, shy, uncomfortable, hands folded in lap, looking down, legs dangling, dangling legs, long black hair, very long hair, hair between eyes, yellow eyes, bandaged arm, shorts, torn thighhighs, pants, cowboy shot, from side, slight from below, indoor, dim room, single window light, warm lamplight, chiaroscuro, closed room, two people, tender
Seen from a slight low angle, three-quarter from the side: the tall dark wooden high-backed chair fills the left of the frame, its carved back rising well above Velvet's shoulders. Velvet leans back into it, weight sunk into the seat and the chair's back panel, her shoulders loose and dropped, spine curved into the padding. Her long black hair spills over the top edge of the backrest in loose strands, a few locks falling between her eyes and down past her collarbone. Her legs are crossed at the knee, the upper leg laid over the lower, the booted foot swinging free above the floor, her torn thighhighs bunched slightly at the knee with the frayed edge visible. Her right arm loops firmly around Laphicet's waist, palm flattened on his far hip, drawing him snug against her side and into the curve of her body. Her left forearm rests along the chair's armrest, hand hanging relaxed, fingers slack. Her chin is tipped a little down and toward him, and her yellow eyes are half-lidded and turned on Laphicet with a slow, satisfied curl at one corner of her mouth, one brow faintly arched -- she is watching his reaction and enjoying it.
Laphicet is seated sideways across Velvet's lap, his weight settled on her thigh, his smaller frame tucked under her arm. His legs hang over her lap, knees together, both feet dangling in the air with the toes pointed slightly down, nothing under them. Both his hands are folded and clasped tightly in his lap, fingers laced, knuckles pale where he presses them together. His blonde head is bowed, chin near his chest, green eyes cast down toward his folded hands so that only the lowered sweep of his lashes shows. His cheeks are flooded deep pink, the flush reaching the tips of his ears, and a single drawn sweat drop sits at his temple, beaded and running a short way down the side of his face. His shoulders are drawn up and slightly inward, shrinking into himself, his mouth pressed into a small tight line.
The room is closed and quiet: a dim interior with a tall window behind the chair and out of focus, the pale daylight coming from the upper left and grazing Velvet's hair, the top of the chair back and the curve of her shoulder while leaving the chair's carving and the near floor in deep shadow; a warm lamp low at the right adds a second pool of amber that touches the side of Laphicet's cheek and the edge of her arm. Where his small shoulder presses into her side her sleeve and his shirt are crushed together, the fabric creased under the contact. Palette of dark carved wood, black hair, warm amber lamp glow and the deep pink of his blush against the grey of the daylight, nothing else admitted. Tender, quietly teasing.
Oct 31, 2026 6:52 AM
