For a prompt exercise on Tumblr. Wally/Artemis: Love me and Paint me requested by Anonymous.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Wally, true to his word, had attended ALL her classes during her "death" and took detailed notes that surprised even her.
Between his short attention span and predisposition to fall asleep in any sort of literature class, it was astonishing not only that he made the effort to tidy his handwriting up a bit, but that he used post-its and other colorful means of highlighting important topics and discussions.
She swore she loved that boy.
Thumbing through a particularly dull day, Artemis spotted several doodles in the margins of the notebook. Arrows that matched her uniform. Tendrils and swirls that wove behind faceless heads. A sharply accented eye with the iris lightly colored gray from his dull pencil.
She flipped though the notes, each drawing become more and more elaborate, more intricate. He wasn't half bad.
A page fell out of the bottom, not bound to the ringed binder. Artemis bent down to pick it up, her eyes fixated on the blended lines. It was how she imagined she looked to someone who found her pretty. More than pretty-she was beautiful, her features soft and happy, full lips in a half smile that reached all the way to her eyes.
"Hey babe?" She quiered, walking toward the kitchen.
"Yeah?" Wally brought his head out of the fridge, eyes widening slightly at her expression.
"Do we have any extra frames lying around?"