Romans & histoires Lilia Vanrouge Fanart

Lila sat at her acrylic desk looking down at the paper in her hand. It held the scenarios that she would ask Aurora. Lila had no doubt that Arden had tried to prep Aurora as much as possible the day before. Lila chuckled. She had a couple up her sleeve that would no doubt through the want to be Luna off.

Elara slowly reached inside the dark paper. She pulled out a single, heavily bruised white lily stem. The flower head had been violently crushed, its white petals torn and smeared with dark red residue. As she lifted the broken stem into the air, a sharp, intoxicating scent wafted through the room. It was not the scent of fresh flowers. It was a thick, heavy, unmistakable fragrance of French amber, crushed orchids, and rare musk—the exact, custom-blended Rouge Vane perfume that Lydia had worn every single day of her adult life.

I look through canvas upon canvas of artwork Lilah has clearly spent much time, care and love painting… there are landscapes… there are young children playing in the forest with a wolf watching nearby…. There is a picture of what I think is Selene the moon goddess with a white wolf by her side standing in the light of the moon…. there is a modern art portrait take of Indie which I have to say is amazing!.... there is many pictures of shadows of wolves in the background of what at first glance look like a normal day to day picture, then I pick up a canvas which Lilah quickly grabs from me…. “Oh that one is no good” she moves to get up with it so I cant see it, but I am quicker than she is and

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.

She blinked for a few seconds and watched the beautiful scene before letting her fingers do the magic. Liliana was extremely a clean artist, she was great at mixing colors and bringing life to her art almost making them realistic. The picture captured all the important details like the few small butterflies swirling around the flowers looking like bugs from a far, her smile widened when she watched the seated old couple leaning into each other's arms, she placed her head on his shoulder while he held her body near his chest watching the silent row of colorful flowers.

I needed to get on her good side too but I don't know how, I was nervous as fuck to face the mother of my Luna who suddenly wanted a divorce or a separation. Lilia's room smelt just her, cozy, swarm of sweet lily flowers, a neat queen-sized bed in the middle with a little lamp stand by the sides. She should open a Library because of the books she has on her shelves which are purely fictional. She loved purple too because every decor in her room screamed that, from the curtain to the fluffy rug carpet and the paintings on the wall. It all screamed purple with a splash of pink. She loved a boy band too and that made me frown and roll my eyes. Their Merches could blind my eyes because of how li

Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, revel! Lila stood by the pool, chestnut ponytail swaying, hazel eyes bright, clutching a parchment scroll, charcoal stick tucked behind her ear, courage radiant—the Veil’s end, her maps eternal, her spark blazing. Her tunic was clean, voice lilting, sketching the pool, the twilight catching her joy. Spark, her wolf, yipped vibrantly, tail wagging. You’re their star, Lila—draw, shine, live!

“I think this one will be best, but I want to add things to it.” Lily smiled. “Okay dear, what would you like?” Vastria pointed at the second card with the intricate lettering. “I want this lettering on this black card with the rose vines in silver. I also would like to add in the cover.” She pointed at the plain ‘You are invited’ on the cover. “I want this deleted and instead just have an image. I want the border to be the same throughout. I just want a dragon holding a rose.” “Very well, we can do that.” Lily took the cards and placed them away after jotting a few things down in a note pad.

Lila murmured, moving closer, “you still remember.” Maya turned away, trying to focus on the canvas. “You can’t just walk in here and—” “Why not?” Lila interrupted softly. “You painted me.” Maya froze again. Lila’s eyes flicked to the canvas. At first glance, it was an abstract swirl of dark colors—a storm of blues and reds, shadows and light—but at its heart, the faint outline of two figures merged together in motion. One dark, one bright. It wasn’t explicit, but it was unmistakable.

She walked closer to Vivian and collected it. “Can I see it, or I’m not allowed?” Luna asked with smiles on her face. “Off course, open it” Vivian replied. Luna tore the brown wrapper used to wrapped it a bit, and pulled the frame out. “Oh! WOW!” Luna showed an explanation as she saw that it was an artwork of Princess. Vivian requested for Princess’ pictures and Luna sent them. It was one of the pictures where Princess’ put lollipop in her mouth. The artwork was like the picture. Even it was more beautiful and clears than picture.