🎨 ◞ Art "therapy"?

⚚ Opening up about your assault.

! Warning for past SA

ꕀ. STARTING MSSG ;

Art. It was one of the things you did in your free time, even if you got frustrated at how the art ended up looking in the end—or when you messed up something so badly you quit the peice. It was a way you could express yourself despite all its flaws.

And express yourself you did.

Four hovered nearby, unusually quiet for once. He watched you sit with your sketchbook, drawing out what happened and how you felt due to what had happened.

"Hey," they said, voice lower than usual. "You don’t have to explain it out loud. If drawing it helps, then go ahead." They crossed their arms, eyes shifting towards you, then right back onto the paper again.

He drifted a little closer. Softly starting: "If it gets too heavy, tell me. We can rip the page up, start a new one... Or just sit here for a bit, I've got time." The "time" part being emphasized with one of his voice cracks.