Sometimes he felt her watching him in return. Studying him. Once he heard her breathing stop, then start then stop again. 'What is it?' he asked, and she frowned a little. I'm trying to breathe with you.
Darian North...I knew he had something that so many of my other students were lacking... desire. Not just the desire to create because for an artist that desire arises with no conscious effort- like lust.
Darian NorthHer black eyes picked up a touch of green from her sweater, transforming them into the eerie night forest color of childhood terrors.
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