#624; Pepper - Original
Title: Art School Seduction
Fandom: Original Work
Challenge #: 624
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (for language and mildly sexual descriptions).
It is both vivid and dull - the color of a stop sign yet also the color of human blood as it seeps from the pierced skin of an injured baby - a sign of life. The color is a contradiction in itself; the piece - a vision of cruelty among peers in a privileged life. The color of life living and the idea of life losing.
The words on the page struck him with a rush of adrenaline that he had to contain. His heart beat a rapid rate that weighed heavily on his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe.
His finger traced along the edges of the now dry canvas, face pressed to mere inches from its painted surface. He paid extra close attention to the delicate brush strokes that were smooth and even.
“Your technique is exquisite,” he said, eyes moving into the direction of the dusty blonde student that had created the piece over the last few weeks or so. She had both a brilliant eye and a creative force that had gone unseen in his five years at this school. Art students came and went, but few ever did anything true with their gift. She was certainly to surpass the minority.
It was both infuriating and enticing. She was his most prized student - a trait he took with great pride - but she also had the ability to make his blood boil with little commitment. The strands of dark blonde hair that framed her face were almost always uncombed, flying throughout the air as her bright blue eyes focused intently on whatever project she had been working on.
Her concentration was often impenetrable and left him in stark silence, staring as she bent over at her canvas in her worn out, skin tight blue jeans.
He imagined brushing his hands gently over the rough material, barely held together by threads, and resting his lower half against hers. He would peer over her shoulder to criticize her paintings just enough to rile her. Just enough that the vein in her forehead popped out and her lips collapsed into a straight line as she did her best to hold her tongue. It happened often, but never lasted.
She always hissed at him with rose scented venom and bit back harder than he could ever dream.
She was passionate and sure. Nothing he had said or could ever say would discourage her. Not even when the bitter taste of vinegar spilled like bile from his lips. He was jealous yet both in lust and in love. The tightening of his pants a sure sign of just how in lust and how in love and also a cue to move away.
He paused. Discretely taking in her scent one last time, his hands held tightly behind his back as the eyes of 10 other students burned through his flesh. He stared back at her with his dazzling blue eyes and a fire-fueled gaze. He moved to pass her by slowly but he stopped once more, leaning his clean shaven chin and full lips so close to her ear.
“Very good, Pepper. I’m impressed.”
Fandom: Original Work
Challenge #: 624
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (for language and mildly sexual descriptions).
It is both vivid and dull - the color of a stop sign yet also the color of human blood as it seeps from the pierced skin of an injured baby - a sign of life. The color is a contradiction in itself; the piece - a vision of cruelty among peers in a privileged life. The color of life living and the idea of life losing.
The words on the page struck him with a rush of adrenaline that he had to contain. His heart beat a rapid rate that weighed heavily on his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe.
His finger traced along the edges of the now dry canvas, face pressed to mere inches from its painted surface. He paid extra close attention to the delicate brush strokes that were smooth and even.
“Your technique is exquisite,” he said, eyes moving into the direction of the dusty blonde student that had created the piece over the last few weeks or so. She had both a brilliant eye and a creative force that had gone unseen in his five years at this school. Art students came and went, but few ever did anything true with their gift. She was certainly to surpass the minority.
It was both infuriating and enticing. She was his most prized student - a trait he took with great pride - but she also had the ability to make his blood boil with little commitment. The strands of dark blonde hair that framed her face were almost always uncombed, flying throughout the air as her bright blue eyes focused intently on whatever project she had been working on.
Her concentration was often impenetrable and left him in stark silence, staring as she bent over at her canvas in her worn out, skin tight blue jeans.
He imagined brushing his hands gently over the rough material, barely held together by threads, and resting his lower half against hers. He would peer over her shoulder to criticize her paintings just enough to rile her. Just enough that the vein in her forehead popped out and her lips collapsed into a straight line as she did her best to hold her tongue. It happened often, but never lasted.
She always hissed at him with rose scented venom and bit back harder than he could ever dream.
She was passionate and sure. Nothing he had said or could ever say would discourage her. Not even when the bitter taste of vinegar spilled like bile from his lips. He was jealous yet both in lust and in love. The tightening of his pants a sure sign of just how in lust and how in love and also a cue to move away.
He paused. Discretely taking in her scent one last time, his hands held tightly behind his back as the eyes of 10 other students burned through his flesh. He stared back at her with his dazzling blue eyes and a fire-fueled gaze. He moved to pass her by slowly but he stopped once more, leaning his clean shaven chin and full lips so close to her ear.
“Very good, Pepper. I’m impressed.”