Light shone through a set of expensive-looking glass panels, illuminating a figure sitting next to an easel.
Every few seconds or so, the sound of a brush meeting the canvas would sound out, interrupted by a slew of silence before the next action would be carried out.
Long matte black hair bathed in the sunlight as a scene was being constructed.
A well-kept straw-roofed cottage took up half the space on the canvas, the background filled to the brim with dense foliage and tall spruce trees.
Thick layers of snow covered the location, leaving a faint outline of where a worn stone path leading out of the cottage had once been, some small mossy stones slightly poking out from its white captor's grasp.
Through a small window, a flurry of red and orange could be seen, depicting a small fireplace, which gave a sense of life to the motionless building that had been chained to the ground by gravity.
One thin ray of sunlight had persevered throughout the ruthless layer of brown and grey leaves, hitting the snow and causing it to melt slightly, graciously enabling an insignificantly looking yellow flower to bloom, the first of many to come.
A heavy sigh left the picturesque girl's red lips as she moved her wrist to leave a signature in the bottom right-hand corner of the piece, signalling the start of a round of applause from the two who had been watching Lea's movements for what had seemed to be an eternity.
Lea looked over to Y/n and Chloe, a small smile gracing her countenance before she refocused on the scene she had just painted.
"I've been painting ever since I could pick up a brush. My parents are usually not the stubborn type; however, on this particular subject there was no room for discussion." She lamented, picking up the artwork and moving it over to a wall decorated with similar pieces.
"This talent of mine has never brought much good for me." Lea sighed, stepping back a few paces after she'd adorned the wall with her newest piece and appreciating the thirty or so of them.
Y/n was looking towards the ground, rubbing his hand behind his head as he commented, "Exceedingly beautiful."
Throughout the hour or so they had been allotted for lunch, his eyes were always on Lea's form. Watching carefully as to the care which was embedded with each and every stroke with which the black-haired girl had graciously allocated to the canvas, which greedily devoured every action.
The crimson-orbed friend of his attempt to set apart herself from the art that hung behind her as clear as day.
On one side was a black-haired girl that tailored her appearance to be in stark contrast to the art which she crafted, even going as far as to wear metal piercings and red contacts.
On the other side were a gallery of serene and pure stokes of paint, which culminated into a quiet and confirmative piece of art that soothed one's soul.
Y/n had thought that Lea looked more excited about the graffiti that they had seen a week or two ago than her own piece of work, looking at it with what seemed to be a hint of happiness in her jewelled orbs.
Looking up in awe at the artwork that had been placed upon the wall before her, Chloe had been fascinated by the finished products and the techniques and care that had been wantonly poured into it, subsequently not having noticed Y/n's somewhat odd behaviour that he'd been displaying.
Chloe looked down to her small wrist, wondering if she could ever create something with such meticulous intent.
"You should come with me and Chloe to the arcade today! You seem to have enjoyed it the last time the three of us went together." Y/n suggested, a goofy grin growing upon his face as he imagined miraculously beating Chloe under Lea's encouragement.
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The Demons Within (Female Yandere x Male Reader)
RomanceRead Time: 4H 51M Always given the short end of the stick, Chloe's tried to do her best with the cards she'd been dealt. A glimpse of happiness, snatched away at the last second, but it's fine. She's used to it. Everyone has a breaking point, and he...