[The woman in the photo appears to have just awoken. A light blanket is draped partially over her legs, covering the swell of her hips; but instead of concealing her curves, it only seems to accentuate them. Pillows of all sizes, colors, and cloths are stacked up near the headboard, giving everything a comfortable sense of luxury. The bed itself is a four-poster bed with translucent white linen hanging from the beams, draped just so to elegantly frame the scene. Dark curls of hair trails over soft blue sheets, and her eyes are half-lidded as she looks into the camera. Despite the toned arm lifted to shade her face from the morning light, there's a slight, sleepy curve to her lips.]
okay no but really, this can't have been meant for him. could it? no. no, certainly not. but what if it was? what is he supposed to say? oh merlin.....
after a long time of thinking and rethinking, typing out words and then erasing them, he finally ends up with this and sends it before he can second guess himself for the twentieth time]
I do appreciate the artistry that clearly went into this.
[As it happens, she didn't mean to send it to him. Diana is only just realizing her device has been hacked and her photos distributed--but of all the people they've been sent to, Remus is on the less upsetting end. Perhaps it's because they've shared a different sort of intimacy than this place expects, or just because he strikes her as a nice guy who won't take advantage of having this photo.
Either way, she reads the compliment as earnest, and while this is certainly an invasion of her privacy, it's no fault of his.]
Thank you. I do work in an art gallery, so I suppose it's begun to rub off on me.
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okay no but really, this can't have been meant for him. could it? no. no, certainly not. but what if it was? what is he supposed to say? oh merlin.....
after a long time of thinking and rethinking, typing out words and then erasing them, he finally ends up with this and sends it before he can second guess himself for the twentieth time]
I do appreciate the artistry that clearly went into this.
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Either way, she reads the compliment as earnest, and while this is certainly an invasion of her privacy, it's no fault of his.]
Thank you. I do work in an art gallery, so I suppose it's begun to rub off on me.
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[can you tell by the overly formal tone that he feels very awkward about this]
If it was intended for me then I suppose I've proverbially put my foot in my mouth enough for one day.
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It wasn't, actually. But even if it was, you haven't put your foot in your mouth. Not everyone wants pictures like these, especially unprompted.
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It would be lying to say they were an unpleasant surprise. I just wanted to be sure it was a surprise meant for me.