> Ria
>
> Ria knew Edwin was uncomfortable. She placed a
> gentle hand
> on his arm and smiled thinking of the last time she
> and Christian
> had been together. Actually, they had had a fight.
> Her hazel eyes
> shone with misery and she let her hand fall from his
> arm beginning
> to walk toward the door. She needed air. Anything.
> She just could
> not stay in the house anymore.
>
Edwin
Edwin a bit started at the contact gave and
appreciative smile. As she left he looked back at the
portrait and began to analyses it more studiously.
Looking at each detail to see the subtle differences
between this one and the original. He was finding
himself though a little distracted wtih thinking of
Ria. He had painted her portrait, why though?
Everytime he painted someone he later met somethign
happeneed and it was never the same twice. He was only
grateful it wasn't a death, he would know if that
happened again.
Edwin when finished with the examination of the
painting backed away from it wiht an appreciative
smile. No doubt in his mind that Derek would know this
one was well as he would the orginal. He had his work
cut out for him he mused to himself. It was a shame
though he might have been willing to settle for the
copy, it was a good one.
He left leaving a message for Derek telling him that
he would visit again sometime. Outside he noted Ria,
he paused and thought for a moment on whether he
should approach or not. He wondered what the portarait
was going to portend to him. He didnb't want to know
her though because then he would be hurt again like he
always was. That never stopped the burning curiosty
that his paintings caused. He wondered often to
himself if he hadn't this gift if those same things
would happen anyways.
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Scott "Shard" Dirk
"Am I learning?" - Angelus
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