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muse - polnareff

as an art student studying in france you always enjoyed attending life drawing classes for practice but also for the fun of it, plus the guy that modelled there sometimes was very attractive, you had many stills of him in your portfolio.

as you set your place you watched as the handsome model came out in his robe, he shot you a grin as he caught you eyeing him up.

you retreated back to your charcoals before glancing back up at him again, your eyes met with his for a brief moment before he was positioned by the teacher.

you started to trace his body shape, then moved on to his head and hair before starting to add slight detail. life drawing doesn't need to be perfect but you liked to pay extra attention to all of his details. you did this with each drawing you did always moving trying to get all the different angles of his muscular figure.

occasionally during the hour while you moved around to draw from different angles you would catch him watching you, knowing his eyes were on you made your cheeks burn.
he seemed to be amused by your blushing and would continue to glance over at you every now and again as if speaking to you with his eyes.

when the class was over you gathered your things to leave as usual, as you were about to walk out of the studio when you heard a voice behind you.

"i didn't catch your name mon ami!" you turned to be faced with the gorgeous man from the class.

"it's y/n" you say fiddling with a strand of hair brushing it away from your face. you couldn't believe after all these weeks he was finally talking to you.

"belle! for such a ravishing young lady" he exclaims as he takes your hand in his and pulls it to his lips to place a light kiss on the back of it. you shudder slightly under his touch, blushing at his flirty-ness.

"i see you here often, how come we've never spoken?" he pouted as he ran his hands down your arm.

you stepped back slightly wary of him, why was he coming on so strongly all of a sudden?

"i'm a bit of a loner." you admit pursing your lips together, you both began to walk towards the exit and his arm lightly pressed against your back guiding you out.

"a pretty girl like you shouldn't be left alone."
he stated as you both began walking the streets together.

"you want to get coffee or something?" you ask sheepishly as he gazed into your e/c eyes.

"ah oui oui, i know a great cafe just over there!" he pointed and began directing you across the road and towards a cute looking pink cafe.

as he took you inside you were met with beautifully arranged little tea sets on the tables, the colours and paintings were so breathtaking. how had you never been here before?

while you took a seat and ordered it dawned on you that you hadn't even got his name yet.

"what's your name? you never said." you asked smiling up at his face, you used this as an excuse to fully take in his incredible features, his beautiful bright blue eyes that pierced your heart.

"jean pierre polnareff mon ami." you blushed as he touched your arm, he was always trying to touch you in some way and you weren't objecting.

your drinks came and you spent a couple hours talking about art and culture, you found out that polnareff was actually very knowledgeable about both of those things and it made him ten times more attractive to you.

you didn't mind that he was such a flirt as he really seemed sincere in all that he said, even if some of it was way cheesy.

the conversation quickly turned to him asking to see your sketches from that day to which you were hesitant but it's not like it was a secret that you were drawing him so, what's the harm?

you sprawled the drawings out on the table and let him take a look through them. a smile formed on his face as he looked over each and every one.

"these are amazing! have you many drawings of me?" he asked excitedly, you nodded slightly embarrassed that you actually confessed to that.

"ah, so i'm your muse?" he said in a low voice winking toward you, you knew your face was definitely scarlet now with a comment like that.

he chuckled lightly before holding your hand in his, stroking his thumb across your knuckles.

"perhaps, you could be my muse too."

800 words
i can't sleep i have so many shitty ideas someone stop me