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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 21, 2013 3:54:47 GMT
"Are you done yet?" Angel asked, as he had been asking every minute or so since they'd begun. He was posing, naked, on Nevada's bed, among mussed sheets and beneath an artist's gaze, and he was having a damn hard time staying still. He wasn't used to being in a bed, naked, and just laying there. He wasn't uncomfortable or shy – not after how many people had seen him naked before – and he didn't think he had any reason to be. Nobody would want to paint him if he was ugly. He heaved a breathy, dramatic sigh, moving a bit to stretch, as if lounging in bed was a particularly taxing position to keep. "This better be worth it." Angel added, trying to see what Star was doing without moving too much – no luck, and he flopped back down into his pose with another sigh. @nan01 NEVADA RAINES |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 4:22:25 GMT
| "Are you done yet?"
"No, painting beauty takes time y'know." Star said. "Rome wasn't built in a day and shit like that, yo."
Star had been painting Angel for the last who knows how long, she didn't keep track of the time. She was determined to make him as beautiful as possible though. Well, she was determined to make the painting as beautiful as possible. She didn't think she could make Angel any more beautiful.
Star pulled herself away from the canvas in front of her to reference again. Her eyes traveled from his hair, to his eyes, his neck, lower and lower towards his di-
Star pressed her lips into a thin line and focused back on her painting. She didn't need distractions, though, having an extremely male model for her was a distraction in itself.
"This better be worth it."
"It'll be worth it if you stop moving." Star said.
Star put down her palette and put her brush into the little cup of water that sat at her feet. She shifted the easel, careful not to smudge the still-wet painting, a little. She angled everything so Angel could see some of the painting. He wouldn't be able to see all of it, but he'd be able to see some of it.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 23, 2013 16:27:32 GMT
[attr="class","iconzey"] [attr="class","ttop"]i can almost feel it tick like CLOCKWORK - [attr="class","ctopm"]PUT [attr="class","ctop"]your fangs into my back [attr="class","btop"]whispering, feel the VENOM -poisoning me
[attr="class","mainie"] [attr="class","imainie"]Nevada wasn’t a stranger to arriving home to something unexpected, not since he brought Angel into his life. Something always happened any time he was out and the blonde was left to his own devices. His reaction never changed. The same shock surfaces with the same hint of irritation, especially when he found a stranger keeping the company on top of it. Of course, walking in on Angel naked in his bed was an entirely different brand of unexpected.
The woman painting him put to rest any suspicion he might have had to Angel taking home his ‘work’. He was thankful for that. Nevada liked to think there was an unspoken rule between them that Angel wouldn’t bring home any strange men (or woman) into the house for sex. He relaxed a bit. “Angel. Who is this woman?” Nevada asked with a quirked eyebrow. He really wished Angel would put something one. How could he be so shameless?
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 23, 2013 21:00:54 GMT
Once Star adjusted the easel, Angel leaned forward to catch a glimpse. "Better not make me look shitty." He warned. It wasn't a doubt in his own good looks as much as Star's ability. He wouldn't let her leave the penthouse with an ugly looking painting of him. Last time Star had tried to paint him, he had been very drunk – she had also been very drunk – and Angel fidgeted and squirmed until she had to pin him down and then forgot about the painting part. Now he could feel her eyes on him, he wasn't usually studied in so much detail, but he didn't think much about it, not when he heard the penthouse door opening. Nevada must have been home, and of course his first order of business would be to check on him. Angel gave a wave from the bed, as if this were a perfectly normal activity to be coming home to. "Star." He replied, motioning towards the painting – she was the person painting him, she was obviously an artist. "Does it look like me?" Nevada liked to stare at him so much that he was sure he'd committed every detail of Angel to memory, he was probably a good judge of how good it was. Angel didn't know shit about art, not to mention he couldn't see what Star was doing, not properly. He was impatient. "This is Nev." Angel told Star - he'd mentioned Nev before. "He buys me stuff." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 23:34:39 GMT
| "Better not make me look shitty."
The brunette rolled her eyes, but didn't give an answer. It'd be better to just let him think what he wants to think and then amaze him with the finished product.
Her reaction to the door opening was rather delayed as she decided that Angel needed a bit more colour in his cheeks and the shades on his body needed a little more depth.
Star glanced toward the new man who had entered the scene, when she was done with her edits. She even ignored him calling her 'this woman', though she had to give him a little credit.
He was a lot more calm than she would have been if she walked in on someone painting someone else in the nude. He seemed rather calm about it.
She continued the paint away on her canvas without a hitch. She kept an ear out though.
Star ignored Nev - as she'd learned his name was - and turned her attention to Angel.
"You should get him to model with you, Angel, without his clothes of course, it'll add a little spice to the painting." She said with a wink.
After all, two nude men were always better than one nude man.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 31, 2013 6:13:54 GMT
[attr="class","iconzey"] [attr="class","ttop"]i can almost feel it tick like CLOCKWORK - [attr="class","ctopm"]PUT [attr="class","ctop"]your fangs into my back [attr="class","btop"]whispering, feel the VENOM -poisoning me
[attr="class","mainie"] [attr="class","imainie"]Unsure whether to be interested in the spectacle he was observing or furious that Angel disobeyed him, Nevada stood a moment longer in the doorway. He was eventually decided it wasn’t worth it to get mad at his blonde housemate. He had no right to, no matter how much he hated strangers in his home. So he merely sighed and stepped closer to the painting. The likeness was uncanny. Every detail was exact, right down to… A tint of color rose to the man’s cheeks.
He thought to answer Angel’s question, but the words wouldn’t leave his throat. The presence of the other woman made him uncomfortable. Nevada didn’t want to divulge any information that could put his security at risk. He would have stood silently if not for the brunette’s comment. Of course, he stood shocked for a moment or two before he actually spoke. “I will not undress.” He asserted. “I will not be a part of this. Please make sure your guest leave when she has finished.”
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 3, 2013 1:34:39 GMT
Nevada was not a fan of guests, Angel knew. But Nevada was also incapable of being angry (or rather staying angry) at him. Star didn't know Nevada, but she didn't seem to expect any outburst any more than Angel did. He was intrigued by the painting - Angel craned his neck, trying to get a better view, waiting for his answer. Though he forgot about all that (as well as keeping in his pose), at Star's suggestion. He giggled. Of course Nevada would absolutely refuse, but the question was if he'd keep refusing. Leaning over, he grabbed at Nevada's pant leg, tugging at it to bring him closer. "Aw come on Nev, it's art." Not that Angel knew much about art. But he knew how to bat his lashes and pout his lips just so. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 5:12:26 GMT
"Yeah Nev." Star says. "It's art."
His name sounds weird, it doesn't sound like a full name but Star doesn't question it. Whoever he is, he's on good terms with Angel, or maybe Angel is on good terms with him, who knows. Star doesn't particularly care either way.
"C'mon, make a memory. Give the world something to remember this moment by, live a little." She says.
She doesn't know what makes Nev tick, but she figures a little bit of pressure won't hurt anyone. And hey, if he kicks her out, she's not really losing anything. Except Angel's painting, but it's not really for her anyway.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Nov 19, 2013 20:30:48 GMT
Angel often had Nevada wrapped around his finger. He did everything Angel wanted, whether he liked it or not. He was as much a pawn to the blonde as he was his captor. But he had no right to feel anything about it. “Angel, I do not want a part of this. It is… indecent. You may parade yourself in the nude, but I will not.” Nevada would not succumb to Angel’s will, or so he affirmed to himself, not this time. He even made an effort not to look at Angel until the girl piped up.
One look at the pair, from Star to Angel, and he sighed. “Fine,” he conceded, unhappily. “But this painting will not be displayed anywhere public or will it leave this penthouse. Do you understand? I will not have my forced indecency made into a spectacle.” He lowered himself to sit beside Angel with a narrowed gaze fixing on Star. “I will not undress if you do not meet my terms, Ms. Star.” He knew he was beat but he could try to keep his dignity intact.
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