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[Tylar Bethany Glade]

((Warning! References to porn.))

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Tylar curled up on a small sofa in the corner of the common room, her legs tucked up beneath her and her arms crossing her chest defensively. She'd been uninterrupted, so far, but she didn't count on her peers to leave her in peace for long. No, they were more likely to sneak up on her and ruin her fun... Without intending to, her mind flashed back to when she'd last been sitting in the shared room. That time, she'd been in the centre of the room, sitting on the floor, with a nice piece of glass to keep her happy. All she had now was a stupid art assignment for entertainment. She'd very carefully tried to explain that she was a musician, she didn't give two shits about art, and if she was forced to go to the class, she wasn't listening - ha! Wasn't lip-reading - but the woman who had given her the timetable had been quite insistent, and somehow, she'd found herself agreeing to go. It hadn't been so bad, she decided. At least they didn't have to talk in front of the class, and she was allowed to sit in the corner, her back to the wall, without getting (many) weird looks.

But this homework! She glared viciously at it. Some poster paints, borrowed from the art room, were on the table, a blank A2 sheet of paper beside it. 'Create a painting, on any theme you like, using only the following colors: Black, white, red, blue and green.' It might have helped if she knew what the fuck her theme was, she thought bitterly. Sure, she'd been technically present when the subject was presented, but she wasn't really paying attention. And now she had some homework she didn't understand and quite a scary art teacher to face if she didn't hand it in. It didn't help that she couldn't work in her room, either. Her stupid roommates were in there, talking about her whenever she put her head down to try and work. Luckily, there was nobody else in the common room, but Tylar had to check every few seconds to make sure nobody had entered, which made painting quite difficult. Her cup of water, to rinse her brushes off, remained unsullied, the brush having not yet gone near the paint. She was still trying to come up with a stupid theme.

Maybe she should do something...close to the heart. Smirking at the idea, she took her pencil, deciding to make a rough sketch before she drew the picture in full. The details couldn't be too obvious, she couldn't make it clear who was involved, but it was definitely two female figures that were being drawn, entwined, on the page. It took about ten minutes just to do the sketch - God, how long would painting take? - and Tylar didn't check the room for potential threats the entire time. She was surprised to find she was enjoying herself; it was like writing - pouring her heart out onto the page - but teachers couldn't get annoyed. She just had to say the magic words 'artistic license' and she wouldn't get into trouble. Her drawing was...slightly graphic, technically, but it could still be classified as artistic nudity, rather than badly-drawn porn. Maybe.

In the centre of the page were the two females, lying on their sides. Rope was wrapped around one girls arms and legs, indicated by double lines on her small picture. The background, she decided, would stay plain, although she might change the colour from white to something...sexier. What were sexy colors? She giggled quietly. Colors weren't really erotic by themselves; it was more their surroundings that made them seem appealing or not. Tapping the paper with her pencil, she looked for where more detail could be added. Should it be on the more dominant female, the one so obviously in control, and so obviously a representation of Sarah? Maybe not. Or should she change the expression on the smaller girls face, making it more desperate, pained? Tylar hesitated, idly drawing curling lines in the background, before rubbing them out. No, she decided eventually. She could add more detail as she painted, although it was a pity that she was going to ruin this drawing - which was pretty hot, now she looked at it - with paint, which she wasn't very good at manipulating to get the right colors, textures...even staying within the lines was a challenge for her.

The lines were bold, defined, not the light sketch she'd originally intended on drawing, and she stared at it. It wasn't good, not by a long shot. But she'd managed to make the girls, and the activity they were participating in, recognisable, and it was obvious enough to someone over twelve - or someone with a brain - that what she was drawing shouldn't be handed in to a scary art teacher. Sighing, Tylar pushed it aside, wishing she had another piece of paper to start her next - non-pornographic - sketch. She couldn't resist glancing at the picture a few times, wondering if Layla would be in their room. Probably not...

((Sorry for..awfulness, bear in mind that
I wrote this whilst on a plane, with
about seven screaming babies and people kicking me
every time they walked past. NEVER
sit by the toilets if you've got
tagging to do...))

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