Every movement, whether it is seen by others or not, needs to be shaped to the curve of her deception. When she stretches, she pulls her arms together over her head, leaning into it just as he would do before his exercises in the morning. When she moves to sit on the stool set next to her bedroll, she sits with her legs splayed, elbows braced against her legs as she slouches over and runs her hands through her hair. It feels awkwardly short.
I’ve been reading this fe8 fanfic called Almost as Good as the Real Thing and ohhh man it’s really good. It’s a diverging-from-canon AU where Ephraim dies at Renvall, so Erika decides her people need their prince more than their princess and poses as her brother. And I dunno, I just really, really wanted to draw this part
and i realise now the quote said a stool, not a chair oops
oh, and I’ve also been experimenting with colouring again and idk it’s not the best but at least all the colours harmonize so that’s a plus?