The Artist's Muse (Ereri)

The Artist's Muse (Ereri)

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It was a simple sketch, on the page of an 81/2 x 11 sketchbook, done with a mechanical pencil. He'd had nothing else at the time. But it was the only thing that held any emotion in the entire studio, in Levi's opinion. He'd done it at a cafe, on an excursion into the city to see if he could find anyone in the very least interesting. And he had. But it was a fleeting glimpse, if nothing more. In the sketch, half of the person's face was blocked by something, only the eyes and part of the mouth showing. But the hidden emotion held everything. They were serious, tense eyes, yet playful and demanding. They held a secret, and the slight smirk to the lips, it was all beautiful to Levi. The man he'd sketched had been leaning against a bus stop, and moments after Levi had caught half his face on paper, his green eyes had glanced up at Levi, causing the man to drop his pencil in surprise. The lips lifted into a deeper smile. Then he disappeared into the depths of the dark bus.
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

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