#saph tbt.

[poppicede]

          “Ahaha, I still haven’t gotten the steps down right.” Saph isn’t all that embarrassed by their clumsiness when is came to their dance steps. They’re no stranger to traditional dance forms, having been taught ones such as the waltz and foxtrot at such a young age, but anything outside of that is beyond them. Swing dancing is one of the few they hope to learn, but without a partner or teacher, they haven’t made much progress. 

          “Would you like to join? I can’t promise I won’t step on your toes.” / open—!!

[poppicede]

          “You mustn’t move too much now,” Saph chides gently, the lack of heat behind their words and the faint smile on their face a testament to the fact that they aren’t perturbed in the slightest. Their eyes flicker to the other, their current model, before going back to the easel before them. Paint of varying hues sweeps across the canvas, yet the very object of the painting — their dear friend before them — is clear. Saph doesn’t look up as they speak again.

          “Only a few more minutes, and I’ll be done.” 

[poppicede]

           — @uniquemagics • /grisps vil

          “My darling, good morning.” Saph has always been a morning person — raised to be one, really, but they’ve grown to love the morning hours. Instead of being met with sleepy grumbles or petty whining, Vil is met with Saph’s bright grin once she comes into the pomefiore lounge. They abandon the book they were reading to rise and place a kiss to Vil’s cheek. “Off to breakfast already, are you?”