Ezayne bit his bottom lip. He sure did have a photo in his cellphone, but he couldn’t share it. But… as creepy that could be, he had taken a few photos of her from the moments where he was following her over the rooftops. Maybe those could work… Or just giving names.
“Yes. I’d be Hikoboshi, the character who represents the star Altair. And the woman who would be my Orihime is….” he bit his bottom lip, taking a deep breath. “Sinner. Though some people knows her as Isabelle Meric.” God, how he hated that surname. “Do you know who is she? If you don’t… I can show you her blog. Sure we can find some photos of her there.”
Jack shook his head. “I’m afraid the names d-don’t ring a bell for me,” he said. He recalled what Ezayne had said – that this woman, Sinner, had multiple personalities as well. And not because of mental illness, it seemed, since that didn’t cause peoples’ eyes to change color (despite what certain fantasy novels would have you believe). He wanted to hear the rest of their story.
“B-but this is a big city, and I’ve been away for a few months. So, sure, could you show me her blog?”
“Sure.” Resting his laptop on his lap, Ezayne rushed to open it. “Here’s her blog. ANd she has some lovely pictures… These are from the time when she had long hair. And these are more recent, she got a haircut…”
He showed him all the photos, all them showing the same girl with mismatched eyes. “Sinner is my Orihime. Unfortunately… she doesn’t see me as her Hikoboshi. Not yet. All because of many mistakes I did in the past…”
Jack studied the pictures closely: the beautiful young woman with the mismatched eyes and dramatic black-and-white-and-red-all-over hair. She would definitely make a good subject for a painting, but something about the situation was making Jack uneasy. This woman, Sinner, didn’t return Ezayne’s feelings? And yet he wanted her in a huge, romantically themed painting on his bedroom wall? That was … sort of sweet, yes, and Jack could sympathize. He’d felt the same way when he’d first met Katelynn, and been so sure that she’d never be interested in him. But also more than a little creepy.
Was it right for him to be a part of this? For that matter, was it safe? He’d scolded Katelynn enough times for getting mixed up with dangerous people – he couldn’t very well do it himself.
But he said he’d pay well, Jack thought, guiltily. We do need the money. And it could be a beautiful painting, even if no one else ever sees it.
“… D-do you want her with long hair or short?”
Jack Maple 