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[ruinedtradition]

Elizabeth tiptoed down the trail, a basket in one hand, and her sandals in the other hand. The dress she was wearind was a strapless dress in a soft blue, only because she wasn't sure how white looked on her. The basket had a bottle of sparkling cider, and some cut up fruit cheeses and as if an added thought she added cut ring balogna. Finding

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[feralsummertude]

He'd had other models in classes and such, all of whom were less than attractive to him. But he drew them the same he'd draw any other person he walked past in the world. Yet he hadn't used a model from the house for anything more than drawing them in their everyday activities. He walked along the trail, his box of paints and other needed supplies - he had chosen oil paints. Elizabeth's skin always managed to catch the sun in a certain way, and he felt that acrylic wouldn't be able to catch that glint she always held.

Reaching he looked up and caught the familiar glint of fair skin and dark hair dressed in a color of blue he could see.

"Hair down looks better... It catches the sun more." he advised walking up to her and placing down his items before sitting beside her.

[ruinedtradition]

She blushed as the voice startled her, but nodded pulling the two pins from her hair slipping them onto the straps of the shoes she had decided against wearing.

"I take it the dress is okay? It's the only summery thing I brought from the penthouse. I have a modeling shoot on Monday.." She chewed her lip a little. She wasn't wearing makeup, unless you counted the light lip gloss she wore that just gave her lips a soft sheen.

[feralsummertude]

He nodded looking her over. He noted the hint of a blush, and was thankful that he could see at least that shade of pink. For some reason he never liked her going to someone else to make her look nice. It was a strange protective streak he had in him - he saw everyone he grew up around as his own. His art to be made beautiful, no one else's. He also disliked a great many photographers Warren would select for Elizabeth. All of them were skeevy old men that would spend half the time messing with her hair and applying globs of make-up rather than letting her stand and look normal.

"Yeah... You know who?" he asked.

[ruinedtradition]

She shook her head. "This one's new to the agency. I haven't met him yet, but hear she's really good." She shrugged a little. "You know, if you want you can come watch. I mean if you don't mind watching me work."

She did know that the spread this time that she was going to be working on would be with a few other teens.