<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At her flat<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Opening up<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br/><hr/><br/>Eiryn twined  a strand of long, black hair around the knuckle of her middle finger. "What's to tell?"  She was already going gray, one reason she put the stupid color streaks in her hair. Not mentioning that seemed like a plan right then. "I'm...mostly self-taught, so I kinda overreact when people start talkin' about this or that 'school' of art, or some technique not bein' 'well executed', or other crap that's more about hearin' themselves show off what they learned twenty years ago in school than about what they're lookin' at." Unwinding her impromptu ring, she skritched lightly at Isis' scalp. "Changed my name when I was, oh, about your age. Kinda a bullshit thing to do, but it's been good for business- people remember 'Grim' a hella lot better than 'Grimaldi', you know? Not so common."<br/><br/>Another careful move kept the dark-crowned head cradled against the inside of Eiryn's thigh, while she stretched out next to her buddy and rested her own on Isis' somewhat better-padded hip. Quiet though it was, her voice was remorseless as she dissected herself. "I'm sleep-deprived and disordered. Since I was a kid. Still wake up screamin', some times.  Then I make some coffee and draw. I...stop in the middle of conversations, and sketch, or start lookin' at people funny, trying to pose them. You caught me on a good night, tonight. I was almost normal."<br/><br/>Her cheek rubbed lightly where it lay, and her tone got even more uncomfortable. "I'm...if I'm not workin', I'm not always all there, you know?  And when I am, I'm not here at all. I miss meals, dates, birthdays. One ex called the cops, 'cause she tried to reach me three or four times when I didn't make it home. Never heard the phone. I've never managed to live with anyone longer'n about five months.  Usually, about a month in, we have the 'are we together or not' convo, and my answer's always, 'yeah, but.' By now, you had any sense, you'd be headed for the door."<br/><br/>Rising up on one elbow, Eiryn looked up the line of Isis' body, past the curve of her lovely breast, trying to memorize what this looked like, felt like. Dark eyes, still lovely when sleepy, looked back. "It's...pretty late. You want to...just crash here?" With an exasperated groan, she let herself drop back to the bed.<br/><br/>"Fuckin' moron, you live right up the hall. Sorry. Literally forgot we weren't at the studio.  Like I said, I'm not here all that much."