Novel & Cerita Sebastian Solace X Painter

"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?”

Once I received my herbs, I ran home like I was being chased, worried that someone might find out it was Grandma who was taking the herbs. This felt so weird, but I dared not ask Grandma about it. … A few days later, a couple showed up again. Just like many before them, it was a rich man and a young, pretty woman. "Madam Albright, I heard from John that you could make a few paintings? May I request two more? I'd like to have options." Grandma said without looking up, "It's an extra five million dollars per painting." "Of course. I'll leave it to your good hands."

There was even I was working. They were actually candid paintings of me. "I made them." I jumped to my feet and spun around to see Sebastian in his half-naked glory, wearing sweatpants only. Oh my, dear Lord... Not me salivating on his six-pack abs. And his hair... His hair was disheveled. Goodness! He looked so freaking damn hot! "Where am I?" I thanked myself for finally finding my voice. It was so hard to even utter a word. It made me uncomfortable how Sebastian was looking at me as if I was delicious prey.

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-"

he cut in. “Nice painting, you really kept this art work with you?” Sebastian said as he walked towards the painting hanging at the dinning area, everyone’s attention turned to it. Orlando massaged his temples. “Sebastian, I am trying here…” “We could have taken a multimillion dollar painting from the gallery. I mean, we already had a full proof plan and yet you fucked it up for an ordinary painting” Sebastian tentatively ran his fingers through the piece, “I mean, it is quality work but who is the artist?”