A smirk formed at the corner of Zatanna’s lips. Illyana was right. She was looking at the sketches that Illyana was discarding not like practice lines that she was sure others saw them as – but as works of art. Snapshots of a different time for both of them. A history in the form of pictures. And who were they if they didn’t have their history? What was their future if they didn’t have a past? And with a hand on her stomach, running over the curve that had formed in the past months, that worry she had felt was mixed with excitement and wonder. A new adventure just around the corner. “Maybe,” Zatanna offered with a shrug, forcing herself to look away from the sketches. “But I figure that’s my job, isn’t it? Offer world advice and hold onto every scrap of paper you ever sketched on?”
The book was thrown into a pile that looked like garbage. To either be thrown out or left behind and Zatanna wasted no time in picking it up. “Get clip in bangs. You can take them out if you get board and avoid that awkward growing out phase that happens with blunt bangs.”
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Illyana smiled slightly. “If you were going to keep every piece of paper I sketched on there would be almost nothing else in this house” if there was a pen, marker or pencil in her hand and something to draw on around, chances are Illyana sketched on it. “Not to mention all the jeans I drew on when I got bored in class” she spent maybe half or more of her time in class drawing on the legs of pants if she’d run out of paper. “I don’t think I had a single pair of jeans that I hadn’t drawn on back then.”
“I could always just use magic to grow them out faster” Illyana joked, well... she was mostly joking. “Or just stay in Limbo while they grow out, though if I stay there that long-” she sighed before turning away from the mirror and back to Zatanna. “I’m not sure I’d come back.”