Mor had walked with them to the studio and then claimed she had some business to attend to and walked back into the city. Lorelei had a different word for what it was that the brothers were doing as they modeled for the five other students in the studio. She never really understood Illyrian pride until Cassian had spread his wings, knocking Rhysand and Azriel out of the way.
"You guys need to stand still." Feyre scolded, but she was smiling.
Lorelei let out a small laugh when Cassian pouted and pulled his wings in, giving the other two space to pose for them to paint. The young blonde had never really been good with paint, had never been given the chance to hone those skills, but she wasn't so bad with charcoal.
She had started with Rhysand, working her way through Cassian, to Azriel when Feyre called out Cassian's name. Lorelei looked up to see that the warrior had taken his shirt off, showing his cut abs and pectorals. Black ink was sprawled across his chest, around his shoulders, and up to his back. "Nesta wouldn't appreciate you showing off like this." Feyre laughed.
Lorelei looked at the other students, fae of all kinds–mostly females–ogling the warrior's upper-half, not even bothering to pick up their brushes. Azriel and Rhysand looked at each other and then they too were stripping their shirts, Feyre couldn't do anything as the fabrics fell to the floor, their toned bodies and almost matching tattoos on display.
Lorelei had seen many male bodies, but none that were so...perfect like the three males in front of her. She tried not to look at them too long, considering two of the three were mated, and she didn't feel too comfortable with looking at Azriel longer than she needed to. Especially when she made eye contact with him one-two many times.
She kept on working on the same drawing as if the males had clothes, or when they were in the process of shedding them, not revealing more than the tattoos that met in the middle of their chest. She got lost in the work, the rest of the class falling away. Drawing was like reading, it was like losing herself in another world that was not her own, another reality.
Usually her mind was a constant concert of voices, saying the same thing over and over, or worrying about things that were not a danger to her, obsessing over a single thought until she had to step away to get a breath. Until she had to remind herself that she was no longer in that dark stone room in the Court of Nightmares. That she no longer had to worry about anyone touching her intimately without her permission.
But now her mind was quiet as she tried to get the body shapes, the lines, the shading correctly. She fell into it.
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She was snapped out of her over-focused daze when Feyre clapped her hands together, signaling the end of the class. She walked around, looking over the paintings of the other students, helping them correct their errors. She finally got to Lorelei and stared at the drawing for a long while, her eyes scanning over the lines of charcoal, a small smile creeping on her face. Finally she said, "Azriel is a little taller than Rhysand."
"He is not." Rhysand said as he grabbed his shirt from the floor. Everyone was starting to clean up and leave the studio, throwing sneaky, but not so subtle, glances at the males. Lorelei chuckled as he started to size himself against Azriel, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.
"Illyrian male pride." Feyre hissed under her breath, but she was still smiling. "You're really good, you should come more often." She said to Lorelei.
Cassian made his way to her easel, studying her drawing. Lorelei stood up, moving back so he could get a better look. "I took my shirt off and you didn't even draw it."
"I had already started you with your shirt on." She said softly, wrapping her fingers around each other. Rhysand and Azriel came to look at her work as well and she felt the creeping blush at the attention she was getting. "It's not finished yet–"
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