𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 ♡︎ Twilight ✓

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

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Eleanora jolted from her concentration, hearing a knock on her front door. It was the night when she had discovered something new. Edward had left three house beforehand, so it couldn't be him because whoever was there smelt like someone familiar with a hint of animal.

She rushed down the stairs from her art room and swiftly unlocked the door. She came face to face with Jacob Black.

She blinked. "How do you know where I live?" she asked. No one knew where she lived except for Alice and Edward. Alice because of her seer gift and Edward, because he followed her, covering it up with the principal excuse.

Jacob rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Just a feeling?" he stated, more like a question. She sighed and opened the door wider letting him in.

He scanned her outfit. She wore a white sweater, smeered with paint yet again like the first time she took care of him. She had bunny slipper and her long creamy legs were revealed as she wore a lose fitting high cut shorts.

She glanced at anything than him. He was shirtless, only having shorts on. She started to make conversation. "I saw a wolf in the forest, it reminded me of you." she started, seeing as she had nothing else in mind.

He blinked. Only if she knew, only one way to find out though. "Do you believe in legends and myths?" he asked, cautiously, not wanting to be a creep who asks weird questions.

She looked at him, gesturing for him to follow her. "Maybe." she vaguely answered, walking up the stairs, him trailing behind.

He noticed that she tremendously had a lot of books. She lived alone, who read these? He stepped into a room, smelling paint swirling in the room.

The art room where she was before. She stepped behind her isle and took the paintbrush that was dipped into a reddish brown for shade.

"What are you painting?" he asked, stepping behind the isle too. His eyes widened at what he was seeing.

It was him. In wolf form. He was something called a shifter. He shifted into a wolf at will, something different from a werewolf where people went through excruciating pain to turn into a wolf.

As everyone who had seen her art, it was really detailed, but somehow, the eyes weren't painted in yet. He watched her graceful strokes turn into something so realistic.

He didn't know whether to be amazed, flustered that he was being painted or both.

Suddenly, his chin was pulled down. His eyes connected with indicolite hues. Her hand held his chin in place, a calculating gaze in her eyes before she let him go.

"You have the same eye color with the wolf I'm painting." she explained, as if nothing happened. When they held eye contact, he felt another jolt of electricity, something erupting from his heart. The tips of his ears reddened slightly. Her small touch lingered on his skin.

It was warm and soft. It felt nice, to him. She also felt the same. The jolt, the eruption of something in her heart and the tips of her ears tinting in a pale shade of pink, even if it was covered.

He glanced around seeing more portraits of sceneries, people, and things people see in their everyday life, all in great detail, from the smallest specks to the biggest obvious details.

His eyes stopped on one. It was him, again. This time, in his human form. There was also an interesting one. It was a dragon's eye, the same color as Eleanora's was. Indicolite, shaded with darker blues, a slit as the iris, big, almost covering the canvas.

They stayed in her art room, talking as he watched her paint his wolf. It was nice, in her presence. It made him feel more better about what he was seeing as she was somewhat kind of peculiar herself.

It didn't take long before he left, satisfied, even if he didn't get the answer he wanted before. It was better than a built up awkward atmosphere.

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