The sketcher that Lucian requested for, arrived within the hour.
It was a young vampire, male, with ink-stained fingers and sharp eyes. As soon as he arrived, he arranged his materials on the writing table in Lucian's sitting room and looked up, ready.
Lucian sat across from him and the young man asked for the description of the person that was to be sketched.
"Sure..." Lucian began but when he firstly opened his mouth, no word came out.
His mouth closed. Then he tried again.
"He has..." Lucian paused.
"A sweet smile. Small. Like he is trying not to show it but it gets out anyway." He said.
The sketcher firstly hesitated, not understanding how to proceed with that description but when he remembered the presence of whom he was, he nodded slowly and set to work.
Lucian continued, his eyes lost, a faint something crossing his own face as he allowed his eyes to picture Rowan;
