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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[wi11i4m_c]

I try to sit as still as I can in the position he has me in. I'm not used to being still. It doesn't help that I am looking directly up at him.

At first I watch him work. His eyes flit from what he is doing to me and back again over and over. I study the concentration on his face and wonder at how he has the patience for this. I wish I could see what he was actually painting.

Soon my mind starts to wander off and think about how he called me beautiful and stunning. I haven't felt that way since Marcel. I felt that brief instance of it when putting on the robe but now the longer I sit here the more I start to feel like an object. Like what I was to Marcel and have been to others. Those thoughts bring me back to a dark place and I don't like being there with my dark thoughts.

I start to fidget and he looks down to me from where he is painting. "I need to stretch."

[miles_mcm]

My God he makes a perfect subject, just rifling with life! I get so caught up in trying to capture his mood that I loose track of how long I have had him sitting. When he says he needs to stretch I apologize.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. Yes, please take your time."

I look back at the canvas, "Oh William, this - this is going to be," I look back at him, "thank you William. But... there is still something," I bite my lower lip, "would you... I would like to get to know you... I can't do this painting correctly just by admiring your beauty."

Taking a step closer to him I continue, "And not just because I want to paint you... I want to know you. I - I feel so drawn to you."

Whatever it is I see in his eyes - it draws me to him. I feel so strongly about that. Knowing him, learning what it is that draws me to him.

Looking down I fiddle with my brush before looking back at him and smile hopefully, "You drink coffee?"

[wi11i4m_c]

His rambles pull me out of the darkness and back into the now. "Ummm yeah, I drink coffee."

I look up at him and I feel a little confused and disorientated emotionally.

[miles_mcm]

I smile, "Great, here," I move back to the easel, "want to see what I have so far? Then we can go talk."

The painting is his eyes and radiating out to his hair line. His eyes do draw me in here as well but there is still something missing. "More of an outline right now, have to work on the coloring and emotion."

[wi11i4m_c]

I push myself up and stand. The blood moves through my legs making them ache a little as I take the few steps to get me to the painting.

What I see has me crossing my arms over my chest. An inanimate object on canvas, naked and empty. My eyes lifeless. But they are my eyes.

I lift one hand from my chest and chew on a nail as I stare at myself. I don't get what he sees in me that warrants me being this muse thing he talked of earlier. I don't see beautiful.

I look away from it back to him as a shiver of unease prickles the hair on the back of my neck. "Coffee now?"

[miles_mcm]

His reaction is not a good one. I look back to the painting, "You don't like it. It doesn't capture who you are, but still beautiful."

I look at him, "The outside of you, what people see is only a canvas. It's what is inside that makes you whole. And that is what I want to discover to make this painting as beautiful."

[wi11i4m_c]

I feel like he's put me on the spot and to answer him would be too close to things I barely admit to myself. That gets me defensive.

I furrow my brow and growl. "I don't want in depth analysis just fucking coffee."

[miles_mcm]

Interesting the change in him. I got too close.

I nod and hold my hand out to him, "Alright, coffee it it."

He hesitates, but touches my hand ever so slightly. I transport us to the alley behind the coffee shop I frequent... and I've had his clothes repaired and appear back on him.

I open the back door for him then follow him in. We take a table in the back and the waitress takes our order. Looking over at him I notice the defensive stance. Perhaps I should talk about myself, let him in a bit.

"So I told you I was a protector, I'm what is known as a Templar Knight."

[wi11i4m_c]

I sit back in my chair and look across at him jy interest piqued. "I've heard of those." I raise my eyebrow slightly. "Never in a good way. Your lot aren't exactly liked in our circles."

[miles_mcm]

Not surprising. I was prepared to kill him since he witnessed me destroying those demons. I imagine my lot as he puts it have killed many a wolf.

"We never set out o kill anyone but those demons trying to get to the treasures. Unfortunately there have been innocent bystanders harmed."

[wi11i4m_c]

I huff at him. "I'm sure your definition of harmed is a lot different to mine." I narrow my eyes at him. "You would have killed me for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm lucky I sparked your interest." A small snarl escapes my lips. "Innocents always suffer."

I look down at the table. I realise I am being overly aggressive, my tone derisive and defensive. I reach forward and extend a nail to scratch at the surface of the table as I cut my eyes back up to him. "Does it ever bother you when you murder a bystander?"

[miles_mcm]

I bristle at his comment, "Have I offended you in some way? You seem incredible defensive suddenly. I do my job and yes I did spare you, I have spared others but I have killed as well. You kill for a meal don't you? Does it bother you?"

[wi11i4m_c]

I've never killed anyone but I don't want to let on to him that I haven't. Especially seeing as he has no qualms about who he does away with as long as it suits his purpose. It's best he like everyone think I am equally capable of that level of destruction.

"To eat is not murder and neither is defending ones self."

[miles_mcm]

His slight hesitation tells me he hasn't killed. He plays it off, but that slight hesitation...

"Especially if you are eating what another has killed?"

Smiling softly I feel my heart grow for him. I'm starting to understand what it is I see in his eyes. Fear, innocence, vulnerability... pride. I wonder how old he is.

[wi11i4m_c]

It sets my nerves on edge that he reads me so easily.

He smiles at me and it sends me mixed signals. The smile tells me he is being nice, friendly, sociable but the confidence in himself behind that smile makes my heart race and my breath shorten with irrational fear.

I've learned the hard way that soft smiles don't carry far. My hand shakes a little as my nail scratches at the table top and I glance down at it briefly before tucking it back in my lap.

I cut my eyes back up to him and glare coldly. "I'll kill to protect myself."

[miles_mcm]

I nod, "I've no doubt about that. You have a very powerful aura."

My body shivers slightly and my eyes widen at my reaction. The thought of just how powerful he is.... I feel my heart quicken and my cock twitch. My face flushes and I look down.

I clear my throat and am thankful that the waitress is bringing us our order. Pouring cream into my coffee I am amazed that I have such desires for him. Not that I want to jump in the sack with him, but the thought of how powerful he would be there has my body over ruling my brain.