Since Jude received his new paints as a gift, he had been doing nothing but painting. He had barely left the hut, and worked on the one piece he truly cared about. The way the moon reflected in Ilse's eyes enchanted even him once he saw the finished product, and he selfishly kept the painting to himself for a week. After a while, though, he knew ( Read more... )

Jude had been spending some time drawing outside of his hut, trying to finish up his sketch of the moon. The change in the weather had Jude feeling pretty good, and he was humming as he finished up the last of his drawing. The sight was beautiful, but it was something that he felt like would be better spent seeing with someone else ( Read more... )

Jude was setting everything up, collecting all his pencils and brushes together, choosing which paints he wanted to use, deciding between whether he wanted to paint her inside the hut, or outside on the beach... or maybe even in the jungle. He was nervous, which didn't happen often, and he didn't exactly know why. Maybe it was that he had any sort ( Read more... )

It was later in the night when Jude finally decided he should head back to check on Max. He figured Lucy had left by then, or at least hoped that she was gone. He didn't want to fight anymore, he wanted to go back and make things alright. He didn't want to let the wound bleed any longer, so he absently knocked on the door. He was quiet at first, ( Read more... )

Jude walked away from Max's hut, slowly at first, as though he had been expecting one of them to stop him, but the further he got, the faster he started walked, and soon, without even noticing it, Jude had almost started to run. He didn't feel like crying, he didn't feel like breaking down, he felt like yelling at the top of his fucking lungs, and ( Read more... )

Jude Hubert's Mailbox

Jude was sitting the the living room area of the hut, staring at his new box of paints and brushes and markers, charcoal, and a whole load of stuff that Jude was giddy having. It had been just sitting there a day ago, and ever since sketching a few things down, he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do. He glanced from his box to the blank wall, ( Read more... )

The party had mostly dispersed, or at least he thought it did as it seemed that there were much fewer people then there were before... but maybe he just stopped seeing doubles. He stumbled and tried to catch himself, but before he even noticed, Jude was on the ground and about three seconds from throwing up ( Read more... )