Sebastian Solace X Painter Novels & Stories

"Probably the friendliest in his age group." "Are there others that aren't in here?" Lucas asks. "Yes, they are situated in their rooms with participants making paintings with them in the comfort of their bed. Many were unable to attend for various medical reasons." Emilio points to a bucket of yellow paint and smiles at Sebastian with his youthful brown eyes. Sebastian looks hesitant for a moment before he rolls up his sleeves and dips his fingers into the paint. He grins uncomfortably at Emilio waiting for him to paint something. He starts with a sun, but then scribbles out the process and starts anew on a brand new sheet of paper, painting a more childlike sun. I watch him inventively aft

Sebastian collected it from me and examined it. “I’ve always looked up to that man ever since I was a child. I saw him as this perfect old man who loved us with his whole heart. I took after him as an artist, he shared my love for arts as well. I used to go to the park with him then to draw until I became independent and started my brand as Zen Z. It was one…..” Sebastian didn’t wait for me to finish before shutting me up. “You’re Zen Z?” he asked suddenly “Yes” I replied confidently.

He wanted to darken the sun on his painting, giving it a richer tone. "Cerlance is a good boy, Philly." "We're all good boys, Ma. But talk to your son, alright? I heard he was having a threesome in his car." "Threesome?" she asked, clearly confused. He laughed even more at her innocent reaction. "Just G****e it, Ma." His gaze drifted from the painting and settled on the sea. A mermaid, huh? he thought. If such a thing existed, I’d take one home and—

She gazed at the tainted spot on the wall and muttered, “Sorry about that. I always throw my brush away when I think I’m going to make a fatal mistake.” Cassandra laughed softly, “That’s a good precaution. Is that Icarus flying too close to the sun?” Selena gazed at her as she was admiring her artwork. Her black hair was spilled over the side of the brown seat, almost touching the ground. She was wearing a tank top and a short which emphasized her legs. “Yes, it is. A gentleman by the name of Rodriguo Gonzalez has commissioned this particular painting.” “It’s gorgeous.”

The only light the glow of his omniscient god, in starshine and moonlight, caressing his alabaster skin. “Saint Sebastian,” Corrompero said, the heat of his breath tickling the back of her neck. “All of them?” she said, glancing at the paintings climbing the walls and marching down the hall. “Oh yes,” he said, still standing behind her. “Do you know him?”

The massive tub filled quickly, steam rising. Sebastian added something that made the water smell like eucalyptus and mint. They climbed in together, Kai between Sebastian's legs, back against his chest. "Tell me about your art," Sebastian said, hands massaging Kai's shoulders. "What?" "Your art. I've seen a few pieces from your last show online, but I want to hear you talk about it. What drives you?" It was such a normal question, so at odds with what they'd been doing. But Kai found himself answering, talking about light and shadow, about trying to capture emotion in color.

"Alright, let's go over the plan," Theo said and everyone settled down. "Xania," I got up and winked at Leo who was grinning at me. "Well, I've already started with the paintings. I've already recreated two since the time of my 'theory'. Every painting will have a 'mistake' to show that it's a counterfeit, also the canvases are branded. These counterfeits are the three paintings that are the star of the show so-"

Victoria sat on the cold floor of her studio at 4:17 AM, surrounded by printed screenshots, old articles, and half-finished sketches of Sebastian. Her hands seemed to refuse to stop shaking. She looked at one of her newest paintings leaning against the wall. It was dark, sensual, and had almost violent strokes of red and black. It had also sold for more money than she used to make in three months. She barely recognized it. This wasn’t her. The old Victoria - the one before Sebastian - would have been horrified by the painting.

Designer Li understood her situation. Danice was delighted and thanked her gratefully. Later that day, Designer Li sent her two profiles. The first was a renowned painter and former King of the Academy—the Canvas King, Albrich Kingstone. He was in his forties, exclusive, and rarely appeared in public. If not for his works that often auctioned and globally recognized, the media would almost miss him due to his low-key profile. According to Designer Li’s note, approaching him would be difficult. Therefore, Danice was advised to start with the second person.

The storm was still there. But the umbrella beneath the tree had vanished. Somehow... Without even realizing it... I hadn't painted the rain at all. I had painted him. Because whenever I remembered that rainy afternoon... The weather was never the first thing that came to mind. It was always the man who stood beneath the umbrella. The stranger named Sebastian. The man whose eyes looked like a storm all their own. dear readers, what do you think about this chapter? comment down your opinion. send lots of gifts & gems.