Au Prompt: Person A finds Persons B sketchbook and you decide what they find in it.
Calloused hands shaped the slimy and smooth clay as it spun in a controlled circle on pottery table. With careful and tough precision, Yang Xiao Long contorted the clay into a vase like shape. She wiped her head, leaving the debris from her hands now on her head. A sigh of frustration was let out as she brought the spinning table to a stop.
"Maybe next time…" she grumbled as she looked over her, what she thought was a current failure.
Leaving the pottery room, and entering the main art studio Yang gazed over the facility. It was a messy studio, with splatters of old paint and other various stains strewn across the room. The windows themselves were decorated with murals, mostly decorated with the school's famous crest - two crossed axes with a wreathe underneath them. The tables too were marked up, scarred, painted, like it was a true artist's calling to leave one's work left on the table. A sink and a first aid station was set up in the corner of the room, easily accessible for those messy and more uncontrolled art students. Which was just about every art student.
As of today - Friday, there were only a few students left in the room, including Yang. It was a glorious day for art as Yang had made her way to one of the windows to get a better look at the downpour that was occurring. The combination of next to no students and the downpour made it a good day for Yang.
Yang made her way towards the sink, washing her hands careful not to touch anything along the way. It was when she had walked towards the sink that something had caught her attention.
An unattended sketchbook.
Quickly washing herself up, she wiped her wet hands on her pants and made sure they were dry as possible before curiously picking up the sketchbook. She looked on the outside of it for extra measure.
"No name…" she looked around and looked at the rest of the students in the classroom who seemed to be minding their own business. "Hey! Is this anyones?" Yang loudly announced pointing at the unopened sketchbook in her hand. The few students looked up and shook their head or replied with a subtle 'no'.
She shrugged and placed the sketchbook down back on the table, taking the seat it was in front of. She opened it to the first page of many.
Simple sketches were on the first few pages, mostly body sketches, along with poses several of them being types of animals and poses of them as well. Although they were sketches they were very finely detailed, some body parts being named as if this were for some science or biology project. Yang didn't know if she could pronounce half of these words.
As Yang got sucked in by the book, the door opened as a very panicked and disheveled ivory haired girl blazed through the room and towards Yang.
"Don't look at that!" she yelled at Yang, but it was far too late.
Yang had already reached what she probably wasn't supposed to see.
Yang stood up immediately taking the sketchbook in hand, the ivory haired girl had grabbed at the table moments before only to be a millisecond too late once more.
"Is this me?" Yang stood in awe, staring at the page beneath her before it was pulled away this time.
"You shouldn't be looking through other people's things!" The ivory haired girl's face was a shade of beat red. She clutched the sketchbook to her chest, as if it were the only thing keeping her alive. A loose hair fell over her face as she stepped back and adjusted her glasses back up her nose. She shrugged her shoulder in order to get her baby blue jacket back onto her. She stared angrily at Yang in her motions.
Yang raised an eyebrow, but didn't skip a beat. "I didn't see a name on it so I looked through it, hoping to find one. I found me though, but I don't think that counts as a name." she crossed her arms as she spoke.
The girl, pushed on her glasses again what seemed to be out of habit, and looked down. "Please don't tell anyone." she lowly pleaded, she couldn't read Yang's body language.
"Why would I do that? Your art is pretty amazing. I was actually kinda hoping to see more." Yang looked down at her with hopeful eyes and a trusting smile and tried to make herself looked relaxed.
The shorter girl looked up at Yang with wide-eyes, then narrowed them down in a suspicious manner. "You're kidding, aren't you? That's not nice you know."
Yang huffed. "I'm not. I'll show you mine, if you show me yours. Deal?"
"What?" The girl was taken aback, her face turned another shade of red. Her knuckles had begun to turn red too, as she had been hugging the life out of the sketchbook.
Yang chuckled. "I mean art. I mostly work with clay, 'cuz I like to work with my hands but I'm sure you know that." Yang playfully winked and motioned towards the girl to follow her.
"F-fine. You have to promise me that you really won't tell anyone and that nobody but us can know." The girl said in a low whisper as one of the students passed by them. The girl was uncertain if the other students had already heard them, but they didn't have proof.
"I promise." Yang said confidently, without a second thought.
They entered the backroom and passed by some of the other students work, until she brought her to a large bird figure, a phoenix, with a chain wrapped around it's leg as it tries to take off. The details on the large clay figure was intricate. Hand drawn feathers that looked eerily realistic, beady yet furious eyes of the phoenix stared at the girls. The color of the bird was vibrant, bright oranges, yellows, and reds made the bird alive. As it's base surroundings seemed to be barren, the quite opposite of the fiery bird; the chain itself looked heavy as it was morphed with the ground, keeping the bird down.
Yang turned to the girl, who seemed to be in complete disbelief. The girl looked at the figure, then back to Yang, back to the figure then finally back to Yang.
"What? You think my hands are only good for keeping the balls out of the net?" Yang commented. "I love art. It's a part of me, just as soccer is. Nobody is one-dimensional, y'know."
"I- I didn't know. I just…" she paused not wanting to say anything more. Instead, she shoved the sketchbook into Yang. "Sorry."
"For what? I didn't expect you to know. You've only seen me on the soccer field, apparently." Yang led the way out of the back room, and back into the main studio. "I guess I should pay attention to who's on the bleachers more." she chuckled.
"Oh, I'm not on the bleachers.."
"So, you're some weird stalker in the shadows?" Yang turned her head, but continued to the table they had been previously at.
"No! I'm in Yearbook too. I'm a photographer. I'm usually on the sidelines, in a hoodie, with a camera over my face." She put her hood up, over her bun, and pretended to hold a camera in front of her face.
"Oh, now I recognize you." Yang laughed, taking a seat - the girl soon followed. Yang placed the sketchbook down on the table and flipped it straight to the page she had seen herself on. She had begun to lean over the sketchbook when she made a strange face, and sat straight up, looking at the girl with a very judgemental looking face.
The girl raised an eyebrow in concern. "Y-yes?" she timidly replied, to a question that hadn't been asked.
Yang tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "You know, I don't think I ever found out if your name was on this or not."
"That's because it isn't."
"So, what's your name mystery girl who doesn't like claiming their artwork?" Yang slowly rocked side to side as she spoke.
"It's Weiss. Weiss Schnee, and I don't like putting it on there because I never lose it." she coughed, "Uhm, usually."
Yang nodded in approval, and stopped her movements as she now returned to looking through the sketchbook. A majority of the artwork was Yang as a goalie. Her taking a goal kick. Her punting. Saving. Yang was impressed on how detailed Weiss was on her work; her hair looked spot on! "So, I'm assuming you take the yearbook pictures of me and then use them to draw me?"
Weiss meekly nodded.
"It seems like you've taken a lot of pictures of me…" Yang muttered under her breath "Don't you have enough for the yearbook already?" She turned to Weiss.
"Uh, I mean, I do but sometimes the pictures come out poorly or they just don't fit the yearbook pages standards. Journalism, err, the school newspaper also uses some of these photos. Don't you ever read them?" Weiss responded.
Yang shook her head, while Weiss gave a disapproving look.
"Hey, I'm a busy girl!" Yang retorted.
Yang returned to the sketchbook and it was when she had gotten several pages deeper that she was left in complete awe.
It was another picture of Yang, this time in a portrait. It was her, smiling with her hair down. This one, was colored making it look almost realistic. On the head of portrait Yang was a flower crown and underneath was her name neatly spelled.
Yang turned her head towards Weiss with a straight face. Weiss had already buried her face in her hands and groaned "I forgot that was in there."
Weiss finally looked up at Yang who was still straight-faced. "Look, I can explain. I…You're just a really good muse alright? You're pretty. You're tall. You're fit. You're like the perfect model. I'm sorry, I know I'm weird..dorky, whatever I just…I can stop alright? If it makes you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop and I will." Weiss looked a little panicked, but sincere in her words as they trembled as she tried to get some sort of handle on the situation.
Yang responded with a grin. "I was just going to say that this is really cute. I was hoping you could do more? Maybe I could do a bust of you with clay. Now that'd be fun."
"W-what?" Once again, Weiss was left in awe and then laughed. "Honestly, I thought you'd be some rude jock soccer player. When I came in here and saw you with my sketchbook I thought I'd be done for…" she covered her mouth. "Uh, whoops, word vomit." she cautiously smiled.
"Like I said Weiss, I'm not one-dimensional, nobody is. I can see how you're inclined to believe that, but trust me…you're just now getting to know me." Yang closed the sketchbook and handed it back to Weiss. "Here, don't lose it again. You might not be so lucky next time."
"Thank you, Yang." Weiss stood up and clutched the sketchbook, but this time with not so tight of a grip.
"I'll see you around, yeah?" Yang stood up too; she almost forgot how much she towered over the shorter girl.
"Y-yeah, definitely." Weiss was almost ready to bolt, when Yang shoved her phone into Weiss's hand.
"Give me your number. I'll text you so you can get mine…and then if you ever feel like you need your muse, just text me. Oh, and you better agree to being my muse or else we're going to have some serious problems." she spoke in a joking manner, and winked immediately after.
Weiss handed the phone back to Yang after she was done. Yang sent her a text immediately, and Weiss checked her phone to receive it. "Got it." she confirmed with Yang.
Weiss had begun to walk backwards towards the door, making continuous eye contact with Yang. "See ya, dork." Yang winked again, now leaning on the table.
"Y-yeah! Yea! Definitely. B-ye!" Weiss's back made contact with the door and she quickly fumbled her way finding the door handle before making a total exit.
Yang now sat on the table she was next to and stared at her phone. Weiss Schnee [heart emoji].
"Well, someone has a crush on me." she chuckled to herself, shoving the phone back into her pocket. "Or it could be some weird obsession." she muttered to herself, now in thought.
Yang shook her head. "Hopefully the former."
Either way, she's kinda cute in a really dorky kinda way.
Yang returned to the back room, and cleaned up the mess she had made earlier. She hoped Weiss would strike up a conversation with her first.
After all, they had found a muse in one another.