~He could seduce her body but she could seduce his soul.~
~"I may not know a lot of things but what I do know is that you will be mine and no one, especially you, will be getting in my way."~
~The weather was caught up in the hurricane of Ever's bea...
The stroll to the pond the next morning was a much-appreciated break from all the chaos of the fundraiser. Damien needed an outlet for his newfound feelings. He needed to escape. And he knew exactly how.
With an easel and a collapsible chair tucked under one arm and his sketchbook and paints tucked under the other, Damien was ready for a relaxing day.
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I woke up early this morning for the first time in a long time. There were two options: I could either go back to sleep or actually do something productive today.
I sighed and got up to put on some workout clothes. These thighs weren't going anywhere.
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The lake was nearing and Damien welcomed the beautiful sounds of nature, of birds chirping and trees rustling in the wind. Glimmering ripples of water, courtesy of the sunlight, was the perfect subject for a painting.
Suddenly the sound of whistling broke the heaven on earth Damien was experiencing.
He turned to see none other than Ever skipping beside him, earbuds almost falling out of her ears and in quite a chipper mood.
The exercise was good for her, besides the radiant smile, Ever's cheeks were a rosy hue and her skin was glistening.
Could this girl ever be ugly? Could Ever ever be ugly?
What a name, Damien thought to himself.
"Where are youuu goinggg?" she singsonged.
"Nowhere." Damien replied abruptly. Of course, of course, he would meet the one person he was trying to escape from. The one person who forced Damian to really look at himself. Who imprisoned himself in his own mind and did something to his heart. Unable to escape feelings he hadn't felt in awhile, maybe ever.
He would literally talk to Ever any other time.
Ever spied the materials in Damien's arms. "Ooo are you painting something?!!"
"No, Ever, I'm going fishing." He rolled his eyes.
She ignored Damian's sarcasm and gasped, " ARE YOU A PAINTER BOY?"
He ignored her and kept walking.
Much to his dismay, she kept following him.
Damian got to the wooden bridge on the lake and set up his supplies quietly, hoping Ever would get the idea and leave.
She didn't.
She did the opposite in fact.
She sat beside the chair Damian had set up and faced the easel.
Damian exhaled slowly. This was not a battle he was going to choose. Not that he would win anyways.
"Fine you can watch. Just...just be quiet, please."
"Okie dokie." She smiled up at him.
And just for that smile, he would paint the world for her.
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I didn't know why I decided to follow Damian to the pond.
Actually, that's a lie. Yes, I do.
The fact that Damien painted was fascinating. Like...a boy could have hobbies other than sports?!! It needed to be further explored.
Satisfying my curiosity had nothing to do with it and learning more about the male species had everything to do with it.
But maybe it was more than that. Maybe I had judged him too quick. Maybe I didn't really know him.
And I didn't regret following him. As I sat (silent as a paintbrush mind you) I was mesmerized by his paint strokes. The way Damian's hands were tender yet strong. Relaxed yet passionate. How they almost seemed to be telling a story. Telling me a story.
Damien was painting the red-gold koi fish in the pond. They were lazily swimming in an almost perfect circle. His art skills were a major upgrade from my go-to stick figures.
My eyes leisurely drifted from the painting to Damian. He was almost a different person out here in Mother Nature. Damian was in his own little world, obvious due to his tranquil countenance.
His jawline could cut me in half...
Snap out of it Ever.
His hair is so soft, I want to run my hands through it...
You are a strong independent-
His lips are as plump as a baby...
-woman
And those hands, gosh I would let those hands...
EVERGREEN MARIE AGNESS
I shook my head hoping to shake the thoughts away, and Damien turned around meeting my eyes.
Panicking, I started coughing and looked down to hide the fiery blush creeping up my cheeks.
"Are you okay?" His eyebrows knit in concern.
Eyebrows as bushy as-
Okay Ever, it is time to leave.
"I'm great! Better than ever in fact! I just, there's just this uh meeting I forgot I have to go to so.."
I gathered up my things and got my blushing butt out of there faster than a snow cone melts in hell.
It was the fastest I ever ran in my life.
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Damian frowned at Ever's clumsy retreat back to the hotel.
Was his painting that bad?
He looked at his koi fish painting only to be confused some more. Sure the proportions weren't perfect but nothing to run away from.
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It didn't matter now. Damien could finally have his peace and quiet now that Ever was gone.
But then why did he feel the most agitated he's felt all week?
Maybe instead of trying to run away from his thoughts and feelings, Damien should embrace them, see what happens.
So Damien started on a new painting. A painting with certain chocolate-brown eyes and long brown hair.
