The real artist's work is to suprise himself.

-Robert Henri

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The painter slowly moved his gaze down to the young lady’s neck and her chest. He kept moving his brush slowly on the golden locks he had just painted on the shoulders…

The weak sunlight danced on her joyful expression and the painter couldn’t help but smile. Someone was playing the piano down stairs and the young lady was enjoying the music with a smile on her face. The painter slowly moved his brush circularly, trying to copy the lady’s beauty on paper.  He gazed at her porcelain breasts, her pink nipples were on the edge of her corset.

He forced his gaze back to the painting , afraid that the young lady would be disturbed by his enchanted looks. Her lips curled into a gentle smile, as if she knew how beautiful and innocent she was, and how the artist was fascinated by her figure.

The painter never had erotic or bounding emotions for any of his customers, even though most of them were young women. However, this young girl had something about her, not that she was unusually beautiful … but she had a light almost spreading from her existence… and her body looked so fragile yet so full and lively, and she had sky-blue eyes, young and curious, her face was clean, fresh and undisturbed, full with the excitement of a young girl, becoming a woman.

He couldn’t help but desire her deep down in his mind. He chased away the thought but it would haunt him until he would finish the painting. The lady took a long deep breath and her bare neck went up and down, her breasts lifted in hope to free themselves from their uncomfortable prison; the dress. 

Suddenly the door of the room which they were in opened and the older fiancé of the young lady stepped in. He was a wealthy man, a law student and the son of a Lord. He was a good looking man yet, he didn’t know how to touch this woman, how to love her, how to feel her. Not that the painter knew all this, but he felt so, maybe a little flame of jealousy lit up in him? The man walked towards his muse and kissed her, he glanced at the painter and then back at the girl, “Aren’t you bored Rosalyn? How long will this session take, painter?” he asked in a loud and directive voice.

The painter quickened the movements of his brush and answered silently; “Not too long my Lord.” 

The man didn’t care about his answer and turned back to the girl ,” Sure of that, my dear come let’s join my mother for tea downstairs and you can come back here later.”

The lady looked embarrassed a little and answered in a silent, soft voice ; “Love, I don’t want to make it harder for our artist, I’m sure it won’t take too long?”

The Lord made scowled at the painter and talked in a louder voice, directed to the lady ,”I’m sure it won’t be a problem, the man can rest a little. Now come”. 

The young lady didn’t resist and stood up from were she was sitting. She took his arm and they walked out of the room in quick steps, but just as they were passing by the painter, the young lady and him shared a quick look. A quick look it was, but the painter would remember it and the lady would as well.

When the couple left the room, he dropped his brush on the palette of colours.

He decided to make this his most beautiful piece of art. He would at least try to capture this young womans beauty into colours and paper, so that in the future, at any time if anyone would see this work of art , they would at least try to imagine her effect on him, the artist.

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Just A Game

defnek:

Birdy-Just A Game (The Hunger Games Soundtrack)

It’s my favourite song from the soundtrack.

 oh my god, this song..

(Source: jenn--lawrences)

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defnek: farewell-kingdom: Nom Kinnear-King   “This is the place I dream of mother” said the little girl. The mother’s eyes opened wide in fear and shock, still it was obvious from her face that she knew what the girl was talking about. “What dream?” she asked the girl. The little girl answered silently ; “Dreams where there are ships sailing above me, where there is blue around me, dark blue, deep blue and different creatures, different plants. I hear voices there, I see things there. But I am hungry in my dreams, I can not see myself in my dreams, there are bubbles mother, there are big white birds above me mother.” The mother looked at the girl’s ocean blue eyes and looked away, shivering at the words she had just heard. She and her husband had never went to the beach with their daughter, they had never told her about the sea or anything related to it. Fishes, sea weeds, submarines, oceans, anything! They didn’t sent her to school either but the little girl had found out about the existence of things that we call ships and told about them to she and her husband. They were scared to death of their daughter knowing or finding out or even being curious about … about.. “Honey, come on now, it’s time to go to bed. ” she said trying to pull herself together. She turned back to washing the dishes but from the corner of her eye she could she what the little girl was showing her. She had painted, cut, crafted, built a little underwater world into a green framed box with two small rooms and windows.  “I want to go this place mother.” said the little girl in a cold voice. “Go to bed.” said the mother this time a little angrier.  A few minutes passed and the only sound was the dishes clinging and the water pouring. Then, the little girl spoke again , “Can we go to the beach mother? Please.”  The mother dropped the dishes on the floor, they broke into pieces and water splashed everywhere. She turned around furiously, but more than fury there was fear in her face. “What are you talking about? There is no such place as a beach?Go to bed, now. It is late, it is very late. “There is mother, it is a beautiful place. There is a place called the ocean too. I know it mother, I just do. I hear of it now.” The eyes of the little girl turned into a lighter and colder blue. “Please go to bed.” said the mother in a broken whisper. The little girl didn’t move, nor did the mother and the silence in the room was awfully silent. Then the sound of a drop hitting the water on the floor broke it, then another, and another. Water was dripping from the little girls hair and dark green tentacles made their way out of the waves of her hair.  The mother gasped and started trembling then she called out to her husband in a horrified voice ; ” Edgar! EDGAR!” “Mother why do I dream of this place? Why can’t we go there?”  “EDGAR!” “Take me to this place. Take me there.” “Oh god.. Edgar where are you..” The mother tried to walk out of the kitchen but the tentacles growing out of the little girl’s hair had covered the kitchen floor now and dark water was almost knee high.  “What is happening mother?” The mother bursted into tears; “Go to bed !” . It was a stupid thing to say but her mind had frozen and no other words came to her mind other than the ones she had kept saying before. Green sea weeds were growing out of the dark blue waters and covering the little girl’s arms. A red fish jumped out of the water suddenly and disappeared into it again.  “OH MY GOD! HELP!” shrieked the mother but there was no answer, her voice echoed inside the grand house. The little girl opened her mouth for the last time; “I’m going there, mother.”

defnek:

farewell-kingdom:

Nom Kinnear-King

 

“This is the place I dream of mother” said the little girl. The mother’s eyes opened wide in fear and shock, still it was obvious from her face that she knew what the girl was talking about. “What dream?” she asked the girl. The little girl answered silently ; “Dreams where there are ships sailing above me, where there is blue around me, dark blue, deep blue and different creatures, different plants. I hear voices there, I see things there. But I am hungry in my dreams, I can not see myself in my dreams, there are bubbles mother, there are big white birds above me mother.”

The mother looked at the girl’s ocean blue eyes and looked away, shivering at the words she had just heard. She and her husband had never went to the beach with their daughter, they had never told her about the sea or anything related to it. Fishes, sea weeds, submarines, oceans, anything! They didn’t sent her to school either but the little girl had found out about the existence of things that we call ships and told about them to she and her husband. They were scared to death of their daughter knowing or finding out or even being curious about … about..

“Honey, come on now, it’s time to go to bed. ” she said trying to pull herself together. She turned back to washing the dishes but from the corner of her eye she could she what the little girl was showing her. She had painted, cut, crafted, built a little underwater world into a green framed box with two small rooms and windows. 

“I want to go this place mother.” said the little girl in a cold voice. “Go to bed.” said the mother this time a little angrier. 

A few minutes passed and the only sound was the dishes clinging and the water pouring. Then, the little girl spoke again , “Can we go to the beach mother? Please.” 

The mother dropped the dishes on the floor, they broke into pieces and water splashed everywhere. She turned around furiously, but more than fury there was fear in her face. “What are you talking about? There is no such place as a beach?Go to bed, now. It is late, it is very late.

“There is mother, it is a beautiful place. There is a place called the ocean too. I know it mother, I just do. I hear of it now.”

The eyes of the little girl turned into a lighter and colder blue. “Please go to bed.” said the mother in a broken whisper. The little girl didn’t move, nor did the mother and the silence in the room was awfully silent. Then the sound of a drop hitting the water on the floor broke it, then another, and another.

Water was dripping from the little girls hair and dark green tentacles made their way out of the waves of her hair. 

The mother gasped and started trembling then she called out to her husband in a horrified voice ; ” Edgar! EDGAR!”

“Mother why do I dream of this place? Why can’t we go there?” 

“EDGAR!”

“Take me to this place. Take me there.”

“Oh god.. Edgar where are you..”

The mother tried to walk out of the kitchen but the tentacles growing out of the little girl’s hair had covered the kitchen floor now and dark water was almost knee high. 

“What is happening mother?”

The mother bursted into tears; “Go to bed !” . It was a stupid thing to say but her mind had frozen and no other words came to her mind other than the ones she had kept saying before. Green sea weeds were growing out of the dark blue waters and covering the little girl’s arms. A red fish jumped out of the water suddenly and disappeared into it again. 

“OH MY GOD! HELP!” shrieked the mother but there was no answer, her voice echoed inside the grand house. The little girl opened her mouth for the last time;

“I’m going there, mother.”