-he smiles again, and sits down-
“so- have you modeled before?”
-he had his notebook back out-

-he turned around and smiled, standing and walking over to him, his servant walked off, whispering to another servant-

“i apologize if you had to wait- take a seat-
-he put his notebook on a table, and turns around-
“i didn’t get to introduce myself- my name is Darren Valkie”

ur gone bud :p))
-henn be looked him up and down before showing him to darrens studio. the halls had beautifuly carved statues of family, and paintings too. the servant let you into his studio. darren had his glasses on and music playing, sketching some stuff out-

(sorry- marching band)
-a serve t opend the door, letting you in-
servant: “can i….help you sir?”

-darren was sketching up poses…and thought about different fabrics he had…and different outfits that might work… he looked at his other statues… and found no inspiration

-he went to his studio and prepped everything-

-darren woke up late, pulling his black out curtains closed..he wasn’t allergic to sunlight..he just got burned easy

-darren got up, doing vampier things before returning home, throwing a bloodstained shirt in the laundry before falling asleep in his studio-

-he leaned back, watching the moon…getting sculpting ideas-

-he sat on the roof, drinking from a bottle…he normally got drunk at night- so he could sleep…he guessed he still wasn’t used to sleeping during the day-

-he moves a finished statue sway … placing his hand on it, it was of his late mother.. he then got out a giant block of beautiful marble and his tools out them went upstairs to get something to drink…he was starving-

-he sighed…and put his bird on a shelf, and hung up a few sketches on a wall full of them.-

-darren had drove back and went instantly to his lil studio. it was filled with giant sculptures of angels and complex pieces consisting of groups of people in poses, and many hade been sculpted to look like they had transparent fabric covering them…he was thousands of years old, having learned how to sculpt from the greeks-

-he smiled, took out a pen from the glove box of his car and wrote the address down and the time he was free. his hand writing was messy, but readable. he smiled and waved before driving off-

-he turned around, and took it back-
“oh…thank you” - he smiled, showing off his fangs-
-his family honked his car, and he signed and turned back to victor-
“i…. i know we just meet but your face shape is…it’s really nice to sculpt…would you- would model for me? i’ll pay-“

-he walked back to his family, they were getting in their car while he got in his own. it was an old race car. he popes the trunk open, putting his things in and leaning on the side of the car, reading a text-

-he shook his head-
“nah- it’s free”
-he started packing up, his family calling him over-
“its a gift”
-he smiled and walked off, leaving the bird behind. D:

wOooOaaw

-he finished up, it was small and simple but still looked nice, he handed it to them-

((sorry i had a test :/))