Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

[miles_mcm]

Fucking demons getting more and more bold. If I had been training Shox we would have been fighting these together. The fact that he isn't here makes me fight with even more fury!

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[miles_mcm]

I turn and look at him, "Something or someone that when you look at them or think of them one feels an overwhelming need to recreate them, for me it is on canvas. Others sketch or sculpt, or even write. Poems, music..."

I walk back towards him, "You make me want to paint again even though I do not know you," I look into his eyes, "something about your eyes... there is something there I want to capture on canvas."

Shaking my head I chuckle, "I suppose I sound like a right creep to you."

[wi11i4m_c]

When he looks into my eyes and talks it's intense and I feel a heat deep in my belly that isn't exactly unpleasant but at the same time is extremely uncomfortable causing me to catch my breath.

I take an involuntary step back and stammer. "N-n-o..." I blink a few times and swallow. "You want to paint me?"

[miles_mcm]

I nod, "Very much. You are quite beautiful yes, but there is more," I look into those deep pools of brown, "your eyes say so much yet keep it hidden at the same time. I find painting helps me capture that. It's like capturing a mystery in your hand. You may never solve it, but it's intrigue will be with you forever."

[wi11i4m_c]

It feels like he is looking into my very soul, tugging at the darkness that resides there, the confusion. The sensation is almost like he is picking at a scab, strangely pleasant and painful at the same time. Baring the wound.

I kind of feel trapped as I stare back into his eyes unable to look away. I want to see what he sees. I speak softly as if what I say is a shameful thing. "You can if you want. Paint me I mean."

[miles_mcm]

I smile wide surprised he would allow it!

"Really? You would sit for me? I was hoping to remember every detail but if you sat for me... that would be so much better. I have a studio but like I said I have painted here."

My mind is going thinking of the light and the background here, actually perfect for him, all nature. "Do you need to go back... I know I caused you more trouble. Again I apologize. If you need some time from there... I - I have supplies here."

I am really hoping he will just sit down on the grass, the shadows from the trees caressing his face and body and let me paint him. He is in only my jacket but it is his face I want to capture.

[wi11i4m_c]

His excitement permeates me and makes me a little nervous. I follow his every movement with my eyes as he speaks. The way he looks at me and at the same time I can see the calculations and thoughts firing off inside his head. It's strangely hypnotic and fascinating.

I have supplies here.

I tear my eyes from him and look around at where we are. I sort of see what he said this place is, a safe place, and maybe staying away a little longer would let Marius cool down. "I guess here if that's what you want."

[miles_mcm]

I bite my lower lip and smile at the same time. I haven't been this excited in a very long time. I hold up one finger, "Just give me one minute to my things, it's just over here."

I move quickly to the trees and bend down towards a knot in the tree opening a door and take out a large box. Rushing back over to him I sit the box down and start to pull things out.

"Yes, my easel and oo yes these are the paints I wanted," there is also a a dark green blanket and silk black robe. I have spent many nights here on this blankets wrapped in this robe thinking.

I hold them in my hand and look over at him, "You could sit on this blanket. The only clothing I have though is this... but you are welcome to stay in my jacket."

The thought of him in the silk robe is almost more than I can bare, but I continue to look into his eyes wishing I could read them.

[wi11i4m_c]

I stand trapped with him looking into my eyes again as he holds out the blanket and the robe. His gaze sets off that deep heat again as well. After more than a few seconds I give a small nervous smile as I reach out and take them from him.

"You would prefer me in the robe, for the painting?"

[miles_mcm]

"No, no no - I mean - well, I know that jacket may not be the most comfortable thing, but it is entirely up to you. Whatever you are comfortable sitting in. I mainly want to paint your face for now at least."

I get a sense of fear but not necessarily of me in particular. I don't want to offend him or m=give him the wrong idea. "This may take some time, usually a few sittings, but in case I don't get another chance - I want to get as much time with you as I can so I want you to be comfortable."

[wi11i4m_c]

I nod my head and tear my eyes away from his once again

[miles_mcm]

I turn and my breath catches. When I breath out I softly say his name, "William, thank you for allowing me to do this."

Times like this I wish I had taken up photography; could get so many shots at once. But I want to capture whatever it is I see in those eyes and film does not allow me the chance to discover it for myself.

"Yes, please sit. If you would just sit comfortably, perhaps slightly to the side and turn and look up at me."

He does as I ask and the light catches his eyes and again I am struck by his beauty. "Stunning."

I pick up my brush and begin.