The Wicked Luna

Seven

I'm tempted to take Caysons hand in my own.

We walk silently down the hallways no words being exchanged between us.

I hear the odd clicking of my small high heels and listen to the irregular beating of Caysons heart. As we near the art studio I begin to regret saying Cayson could come. Taking in a large gulp of air I open the wooden doors to the studio motioning for him to come in.

My eyes dart around and I realize this is the first time I have been in here in years. On the walls are many of my fathers paintings. I notice some sketches of my mother, her draped in sheets as sunlight pours in from my parents room. Other paintings are a little bit more natural, as I notice the willow tree from the garden so carefully sketched and shaded in. My mouth is ajar as I look at each painting, memories flooding back ever so quickly.

I drink in the paintings and colors, my eyes slightly watering. I blink the tears away and clasp my hands together directing my eyes over to Cayson. Like my expression he is in his own personal wonder. Awwing at a particular sketch I didn't want to see. It was the blue bird soaring through the woods. Each feather was individually drawn and I could detect a slight crook in the birds beak. My hands begin to lightly shake as I reach up and touch the bird. My fingers stroking over each feather as if it were real.

"Did you draw these?"'Cayson asks in awe.
"No" I stare coldly "it is collateral damage from the looks of it."

But it wasn't collateral damage. Each picture pulled me in as if it had a lasso around me. My eyes could not be torn away as I drank each color in.

"I think this is absolutely delectable" he murmurs almost as if he were entranced.

I cross over in the room and plop myself down on a red velvety couch. Cayson continues to study my fathers work. Sometimes his hand going up and running over the colors as if they could drip onto his palm. I watch him with careful eyes, observing the way his face slightly wrinkled when he was in deep thought. Then as if he were a child being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to he spins around frantically. I manage a small smile and he shoots it back to me.

"So Cayson" I say his name with outer most amusement "what will you be sketching today?"

He purses his lips and looks around the room, his beautiful eyes darting around on each object. I'm beginning to think he's settled on the big window that allows sun to pour through and shine on the wooden floor when his eyes land on me.

"You" he states pulling a piece of paper from the desk behind him.
"Me?" I ask coyly.

He nods his head and scoots a bit closer tapping his wooden pencil against the metal stand. He begins to alternate between staring at me and scribbling on the paper. I don't have any trouble at sitting still for him as I just stare into those bottle green eyes the entire time. I swear I could venture through those eyes as if they were a jungle. His eyes were like glowing stars that could no longer could be dimmed. Like stars that burned irritably bright, pulling me into its lushes captivity. I swear with one look those eyes could calm a torrid sea and even melt my raging insensitive soul.

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Time seems to run out of our grasp as I realize it is later in the day than I intended. Here we had sat all day, him sketching me and I gazing like at him likes he's the art piece.

"You know" he says softly those eyes cast down as he works incredibly hard on his work "I think that you are a much different person than you act like."

I cock my head slightly and a wicked grin spreads across my face. Cayson had no idea of the type of evil I was.

"Is that so?" I say I'm a playful tone.
"Yes" he states his voice becoming frustrated as he erases something on the paper.

How desperately I wanted to get up and run my hands through his wavy hair. How desperately I wanted to feel his delicate lips on my skin.

"Your different around me" he remarks quickly casting me an accusing look.
"I am?" I say innocently and lean my head into the velvety material.
"Your not as cold" he says and I notice his jaw clench and unclench.It was so unfair how I couldn't pepper kisses on his jaw.
"Well that's because you are decent" I say closing my eyes.
"You don't even know me" he states and wrinkles his nose "how could I be decent?"
"I can just tell" I say irritably.
"And I can tell that sometimes people who are important to you get pushed away" I hear the pencil clank against the metal stand as our eyes lock.

Green to green. Clashing in a silent battle between who is right. He was of course, but I wouldn't step down. I raise one of my eyebrows and paste a sly smile on my face.

"I do not push anyone away" I say shrugging "I just simply don't have anyone important."

His nose wrinkles like it does everytime he's in thought. He simply shrugs picking up his pencil and begins to drag it across in a back and forth motion.

"If that's what you say that's how it is" tiredness rolls off him in waves "but that means those people you supposedly don't care about can belong to anyone."

I clench my teeth and rise to my feet digging my nails into my palm before taking a deep breathe. With icy eyes I muster a cold stare. Cayson is smirking a little as my reaction is one he wanted to pull out.

"Just because I don't care about them" I seeth with a warning dripping from my lips "doesn't mean I like people in this castle to go around and steal everyone's heart. You know it is very unfair for those girls."
"And boys for you" Cayson remarks now directing the statement at me.

He must of smelled the male on my skin a couple of days ago. He was wrong although as I disposed of them all as quickly as they came. Still I look into his eyes and detect a flaming wad of jealousy.

"There is a difference" I say sitting back down and locking my eyes with his.
"How so?"
"They are disposable, useless even" I say my words said in an unfathable tone.
"Useless?" He cocks his head slightly.
"Useless something I personally like to play around with. "
"Still doesn't make it right."

His lips form in a transparent frown while I purse mine. When he looks back up ready to finish the sketch I see the shine that looked like glowing stars gone. And for once I could feel fear that those stars would never return.

I really loved writing this chapter btw :)