absinthellect

                                                           Strength. “Oh damn…” thought Miria as she was getting out of bed for the second time today. She took a quick glance at the clock, it read 12:22. Her last attempt at starting the day was foiled by music and guitars if you remember. Gala, with whom, she was forming a fermata not

                                                 Showers and Music. Miria yawned and stretched her arms like a cat in the lazy sunlight. It was Sunday morning and a well deserved holiday for the two. She noticed that Gala was absent from their bed, and judging from the sound of running water she was already doing her long shower routine. Miria sighed knowing that this will take quite the while. Contr

                                                       Animals Miria browsed through another wikipedia page with lightning speed and made a few notes in her moleskin notepad. Galatea, meanwhile was laying on the couch reading a volume of “Bakuman” and occasionally sending Miria troubled gazes… “Are you sure?” said Galatea, flipping a page. “Yes.” Galatea sighed and went back to reading as Miria did more browsing for info. Click, click, click, mouse-wheel creaking, the rustling of pages… “Are you really su-u-ure?” Galatea started again. “Yes. And would you quit it already

Sort of connected to the last panel from this masterpiece… http://jjchopper.deviantart.com/art/ASAD-is-back-NO-WAI-119741782. JJ I love you and your art.                                                            3x6                                                  Restaurant night. Galatea sighed as she leaned back in her chair. The time on her phone read 18:36. The restaurant was fancy and expensive. And Miria was late… The girl tilted her head and started examining the ceiling, which was oh so baroque and royally stuffed.  She was drinking the 3rd cup of tea in a row. That Miria was supposed to be here at 6 pm sharp. I m