Nana Shimura Fanart 소설 & 이야기

"How did you know all that art stuff though? You just happen to guess Trevor was an art buff and cram last night or something?" "No, that was all true, did you not notice the poster on my wall? The bright coloured one with all the dots?" He shrugs, clearly he never noticed my collection of famous paintings, all in the form of posters, stuck to my walls. But then, the one and only time we were in my room, we weren't looking around at the walls. "Well, that's a print of a famous painting by a woman called Yayoi Kasuma, she's amazing." "You actually are an art buff?" I nod and he goes quiet, until we pull up in front of his house. He breathes out heavily and looks directly into my eyes. "What y

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

Haru Uncle Jin took me into a room that I assumed was his office. It was a neat place, with a study desk and chair on one side and a sitting area on the other. There were even murals on the walls, too. One of them caught my eye—it was of a beautiful girl in layers of colorful kimonos and surrounding her were mystical creatures: a dragon, a fox, a snake, and a cat. “That’s beautiful, Uncle,” I said, nodding toward the mural. “It looks like it’s in the Heian era, the setting.”

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

Something seemed familiar about her and I couldn't place a finger on where I have met her before. "It looks as though you have quite the eye for great art", I said, giving her a subtle smile.She grinned, glancing at the portrait."Yes, I do. I am a big fan of seamus. Though he is not the type who takes the credit and comes out to the public, I love all his works and I always look forward to each new release", she said.I glanced at the artwork, a painting of prehistoric lovers, sharing a kiss while sitting on beach rock. The lady wore little clothes, which barely covered her body while her male lover, wore a piece of clothing that covered his groin area.

I had automatically attached that name to him without thinking. "Adam's been busy these days. I'd bet you miss days when you two get busy with each other." She must have noticed the reddening of my cheeks because her taunting continued until the director raised his hand and as if controlled by magic, the curtains parted. "Ready to see some Kimura wonder?" Anabelle whispered as we watched the Gallery get revealed before us. "Yes. I am so ready!" Kimura Hakira was truly an otherworldly artist. His portrait art was soulful.

Claire nodded and smiled as she said, “I honestly did not expect that you would also be Quinn Golding’s fan, and I would never have expected Miss Ito to like Quinn Golding as well...” Nanako placed both of her hands in front of her and bowed slightly as she said seriously, “Mrs. Wade, Miss Golding is actually very famous in Japan. Many of her albums are selling very well in Japan too. I even have many friends around me who also like Miss Golding. I am personally Quinn Golding’s number one fan.”

Even if I don’t want to have them at all… Panic surges through me, so I rush to change the eye color since Nina is already standing up to look at my painting. She stands behind me, places her hand on my shoulder and mumbles, “he looks familiar. Who is he?” “Nobody. Show me yours,” I blurt out to distract her. Nina beams at me and shows me the painting of the warrior she wishes to be her mate. Then, she points at my painting and repeats, “seriously, I feel like I’ve seen this guy before.”

"Happy Birthday Nana-chan!" It was her friend Watanabe Rin, or so Nana thought her to be before she discovered her mind-reading powers, that greeted her the moment she and her other peers were able to approach her from afar. "We've given your present to the grumpy butler over there," Her other friend Ito Yui said with glee. She was clinging to the arm of her boyfriend and famous jock on their campus, Miyamura Kai. Miyazaki Nana tried to decipher their thoughts to know if they've put something on her gift. Luckily, their mind says that it was just a cheap brand of cologne, a box of handkerchiefs, and coconut shampoo that they have brought for her.

Nana and Ivan soon joined me, their presence a warm blanket around me. "Staring at this is giving me a sugar rush." Nana commented and I laughed. I understood her joke as the art was a giant ball of brightly-colored flowers. It looked like what a little girl would go crazy over as it had all the bright appealing colors. "I would keel if this was the original," I said squinting as I tried to find any mark that showed that it was an original. "What type of art is this?" Nana asked. "It's inspired by manga and anime. It was made by a Japanese artist." I explained with eyes still searching for a sign on the piece.