Zamiziana

Artist!America x Artist!Reader           Setting down your paintbrush on a table, you took the chance to take in your finished art work. On the canvas, a pair of bright, powder blue irises stared at you. The portrait you had painted was of your ex-boyfriend, who you had recently broke-up with. Sighing, you walked to your bathroom with the dirty brushes and set them in the sink to wash later. You combed you fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair to remove all the dried paint. "Haha……." you let out a halfhearted smile, seeing the blotch of red paint on the tip of your nose. It was the type of thing you would have laughed at with Alf

Artist!America x Artist!Reader           Setting down your paintbrush on a table, you took the chance to take in your finished art work. On the canvas, a pair of bright, powder blue irises stared at you. The portrait you had painted was of your ex-boyfriend, who you had recently broke-up with. Sighing, you walked to your bathroom with the dirty brushes and set them in the sink to wash later. You combed you fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair to remove all the dried paint. "Haha……." you let out a halfhearted smile, seeing the blotch of red paint on the tip of your nose. It was the type of thing you would have laughed at with Alf