![]() ![]() “I see…” You pulled yourself from the balcony with a smirk. “I’d prefer a finished one… If you wouldn’t mind.” You grinned slightly. “Perhaps you should get closer then.” He gently handed the drawing back to you. “It’s difficult to draw every detail when I’m drawing you so far from me.” He chuckled. “Well… From as distance, I suppose.” You shrug. “Is this what I look like to you?” He seemed astonished or… skeptical? You peeked at the drawing and tilted your head slightly. That particular feature stood out to you for some reason. Astonished, you merely stared at him as he scanned it over, his red orbs dancing over the parchment. “You may have it, if you like.”īefore you could react, he had already perched himself on the balcony in front of you and reached for the piece of paper. I didn’t mean to disrupt you.” You pulled the half finished sketch from your booklet and offered it out to him. ![]() “You must be staring at me either to draw me, or to be infatuated with me.” You laughed slightly. “It has not been difficult to notice you spying on me.” He seemed to muse. You looked up from your sketchbook to view him staring up at you, the only visible feature being those red eyes. “It is impolite to draw a portrait of someone without their permission.” A voice called to you from the quiet, sending a ripple of intrigue and fear down your spine. You flipped open to a blank page and began to sketch the man quietly, your eyes flicking up every so often to refresh your mind of his structure. You quietly retracted to the end table by your bed, grabbing a sketch pad and silently returned to your balcony perch. He was also shirtless, so his muscles were flawlessly flexing with each position he struck, fascinating you further. ![]() Today, he wore a hood with a face mask, and not his usual metal plate… Perhaps because of the humidity. In fact, you were sure he enjoyed his training better with it. He stayed in that spot all day, practicing various things, and when dark had brushed over the land, he would quietly retreat inside to another part of the inn. This man had intrigued you upon his arrival nearly a week ago. Below the balcony you had so gracefully perched on, posing dramatically in the small clearing, was a man with a mask, who was practicing his art silently. It was quiet, to say the least, except for the one thing that had been your recent distraction. You sigh for the millionth time today, overlooking the extremely beautiful estate you had come to a few weeks ago, in hopes to find some peace and quiet among the towering trees and drizzles of rain. ![]()
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