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It felt kind of nice to do a rendered pencil drawing after so long, though I was convinced I was going to screw it up the entire time. It's odd to see all the subtle ways my style has changed in the interim.

Lance & Amanda in their teen modeling days. (Nope, I don't know exactly what my fascination is with the teen years lately, except that *undergrounduno and I have been working on merging our storylines... it works better than it probably should)

Amanda Moray, Lancelot "Lance" Emery © Amber Shelton (me!)
Bic .5mm mechanical pencil on cardstock.

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He couldn’t blame her. After all, who started the media mess? The budding playboy billionaire heir extraordinaire. Ms. Moray had merely taken the opportunity that presented itself.

Who acquiesced to supporting his sometimes-loving girlfriend? Yeah, him again.

Then what? Who knew. The blur of "striking bone structure" and "stunning looks" happily buzzed him into a complimentary career creating fantasy to complement his too-public lifestyle.

The masses ate it up; asked for more.

Yeah, the media loved them. But did the machine love to hate them more than they were starting to love to hate each other? That was the question.

Description
It felt kind of nice to do a rendered pencil drawing after so long, though I was convinced I was going to screw it up the entire time. It's odd to see all the subtle ways my style has changed in the interim.

Lance & Amanda in their teen modeling days. (Nope, I don't know exactly what my fascination is with the teen years lately, except that *undergrounduno and I have been working on merging our storylines... it works better than it probably should)

Amanda Moray, Lancelot "Lance" Emery © Amber Shelton (me!)
Bic .5mm mechanical pencil on cardstock.

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He couldn’t blame her. After all, who started the media mess? The budding playboy billionaire heir extraordinaire. Ms. Moray had merely taken the opportunity that presented itself.

Who acquiesced to supporting his sometimes-loving girlfriend? Yeah, him again.

Then what? Who knew. The blur of "striking bone structure" and "stunning looks" happily buzzed him into a complimentary career creating fantasy to complement his too-public lifestyle.

The masses ate it up; asked for more.

Yeah, the media loved them. But did the machine love to hate them more than they were starting to love to hate each other? That was the question.