Only mildly disturbed. Really. I promise.

So anyway, to help me with my writing I often draw pictures of the characters or of the scenes or what not. It's a useful tool. Tonight as I sat in murphstein room I doodled out a sketch of Lorac.

Lorac is the protagonist (I refuse to say hero) of my novel/Master's thesis. He's fair skined, tallish with white blond hair and ice blue eyes. He's also gay and in love with Alec. Check out my Icon, it expains everything.

So back to what I was saying. Lorac, the lovely fellow that he is, is extremely difficult for me to work with. He refuses to speak with me half the time. But this time I just managed to capture him. And he's staring at me. Smirking at me with this grin that says I know something that you don't and I'm going to get you with it.

I can't shut my sketch book, because even then he's still staring at me. It's creepy. I'm going to have to make a bigger picture of the sketch, perhaps an ink wash.

He's still staring at me.

I can feel it.

And he's laughing too.