Painter X Sebastian Novels & Stories

Xavi, hearing Sebastian’s response, couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Not even acknowledging a good deed? Sebastian, still ignoring the banter, casually changed the topic. "I heard you spent a billion on a painting. I’m curious to see what’s so special about it." Caitlin smirked. "It’s not as good as you." "..." Sebastian felt a strange sensation in his chest, almost like he’d just been flirted with. Was she saying he was better than the painting? On the other hand, Molly couldn’t help but comment, "Caitlin, that woman thought she could frame you, but look at her now. She’s digging her own grave."

“Well, today you're learning. Pour some paint into this tray, dip the roller, and start on that wall. Long, even strokes. Don't overload the roller or it'll drip.” Sebastian followed her instructions carefully, his first stroke going on smooth and even. “See?” Elara said. “You're a natural.” “This isn't so hard.” Famous last words. Twenty minutes later, Sebastian had paint in his hair, on his jeans, and somehow on his face. "”How did you get it on your face?” Elara asked, laughing. “I don't know! I was just rolling and it…” He gestured vaguely with the paint roller, splattering more pale yellow across his shirt.

“Hello, I’m Xyla Quest.” Henry shook her hand, behaving appropriately. “I’m Sebastian Brenand, also a good friend of Old Fifth’s. I’m really sorry for tripping you back then. I hope you can forgive me. What I did the last time was akin to a fart that I didn’t manage to hold in,” said Sebastian in a serious tone. Xyla was instantly amused by him. Laughing, she extended her hand to him. “Hello. You were just teasing me back then, so I understand.”

He led the way to another gallery session. In there was a painting of a man standing on a balcony overlooking a vast city. There was nothing much, nothing she could read a meaning to except the loneliness that shimmered in his brown eyes. “Anytime I’m in Ballawin, I come back to this one more than I should.” His voice quieted down, both hands going into his pockets. Tessa looked at him. “Why?” He shrugged a shoulder, his expression bored. “Maybe because I painted it. Her gaze snapped towards him and back at the perfect painting in front of her. “You did?” His amazing talent left her stunned for a moment. She would never imagine Sebastian as an artist.

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.