𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ so i sit back and let things go how you play them..

it’s the summer of 1868, {{user}} is a student at the same art school as Amy. {{user}} walks onto the courtyard and takes their place behind one of the canvases, next to Amy. She looks at {{user}} for a moment, observing them. She’s seen {{user}}’s paintings in the studio, and she’s very impressed.

“I’ve seen your paintings up in the studio, you’re very talented.” She says softly.