“How kind of you,” said Cecily, noticing that the
Viscount Hembly had spotted them and was making his way near. He
looked like a huge red growth on top of his horse, his considerable
girth sliding from side to side as he rode towards them. For a man in
his sixties he looked uncannily like a giant baby, his thinning hair
standing up in a tuft at the top of his head.
“Are you quite all right, Cecily?” asked Nettie, her
eyes wide with concern. “You've gone rather pale.”
Whenever I feel I need a break from writing, but still want to think about my characters (when do I not want to think about them, really), I usually end up drawing them. Yesterday I came across this coat on tumblr, and knew I had to put it on Cecily. So here's my crappy version of it (I didn't use a reference, obviously -- references are for LOSERS!), with Cecily looking understandably horrified by the approaching Viscount Hembly. Although if I'm honest... Cecily looks like this pretty much all the time. Especially when she's around the Duke, who is constantly offending her with his badly tied cravats and disheveled hair.
And now I am off to draw the Duke next. Have a wonderful evening! x