Shen Yuan smiles at his canvas as he finishes his underpainting wash and sketches in the basic shapes of Laertes' face—the line of his jaw and throat, bisected with the collar; his brow; the shape of his nose. "I am," he says. "Though I fear he's been a better friend to me than me to him, lately—I've found myself repeatedly relying on him, and he's only barely allowed me to return the favor."
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Date: 2023-11-25 08:03 pm (UTC)