Cecily at the Fox Hunt

“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.”

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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

Some Scribbles

    

It's art time! I hadn't drawn anything for ages, mostly due to the fact that I'm a full-time grad student and I don't really have a life to speak of, and when I do have free time I spend it inhaling Skittles and watching Grimm and Once Upon A Time and crying, but finally I decided I needed to get these silly dudes' visages down on paper (as it were). It helps me to write when I have a nice visual to refer to, and of course it's easy to draw characters when you've already started to write about them. Plus I just love drawing my OCs, much to the dismay of my DeviantArt account, which never gets views or comments unless I'm posting Harry Potter fanart. Sadface.

Anyway, the characters! Cecily is a harpist, and the Duke is her patron (i.e. classy pimp). I could go into more detail but you know how weirdly secretive I am about this novel. They live in a world of snow and ice where it's always winter. Think The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe but with even more Turkish Delight. There's a bunch of clockwork stuff involved, and Cecily is a haughty snob and a half, and the Duke is an embittered wine snob with a bone to pick with the world. Together they are a formidable team of brooding, bitching, and looking down their noses at everyone. I love them!

Now just wait 'til I draw Nyle, the psychopathic cellist with delusions of grandeur.