Post by bunny on May 2, 2021 1:39:37 GMT
"DARLING," Henry says as he moves the brush as an extension of his fingers, concentrating on the canvas before him. He looks past the painting to his subject, the lovely soprano operatic singer. Siena Rosso is a gem in the artist community; she is well known for her pipes, but perhaps not entirely famous enough to be recognized in a crowd. It's a shame, really. Henry knows her talents well, and he thinks that she should be internationally renowned. Alas, he can only do so much. So he pays her to let him paint her. It's become somewhat routine now after their first few sessions, and she is a wonderful model.
Usually.
"Darling," he says again, stopping at the end of his stroke, the red gliding across the page. "I do need you to stay still." For a moment, he studies the younger woman, considering her demeanor. His brows furrow curiously. "Is there something on your mind? You can always always talk to me, Siena." One can tell how relaxed he is in her presence, considering his own state of dress; he is only in his shirt, suspenders, and trousers. He likes being comfortable in his studio. He puts a hand on his side, not realizing there's some paint on it, and manages to smear it across the beige cloth.
Tag: Nina Ashmore
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Usually.
"Darling," he says again, stopping at the end of his stroke, the red gliding across the page. "I do need you to stay still." For a moment, he studies the younger woman, considering her demeanor. His brows furrow curiously. "Is there something on your mind? You can always always talk to me, Siena." One can tell how relaxed he is in her presence, considering his own state of dress; he is only in his shirt, suspenders, and trousers. He likes being comfortable in his studio. He puts a hand on his side, not realizing there's some paint on it, and manages to smear it across the beige cloth.
Tag: Nina Ashmore
Note: Let me know if this is okay!
