“Here you go.” From his pocket, Jack produced one of the updated business cards he’d had ordered while he was still in New York. It carried his phone number, email, and several other contact details. “And I s-should have the sketches ready very soon.” He meant that – he was excited to get started on this project.
“Thank you so much.” Ezayne took the card, not hiding the childish excitement filling his nice features. It was a nice card. He made sure to save it into his bedside table, so it wouldn’t get lost.
“That would be really amazing, Jack. This really means a lot to me. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He really meant it. That painting would inspire him, in the same way the other he has lost used to do it. Jack hadn’t asked him too many details, but Ezayne could feel he was a good man, and that was all what mattered.
“You’re welcome, Ezayne,” the blue man replied. “I-if you think of anything else you’d like to see in the painting, let me know. I just hope I c-can do it justice.” With that, he bid Ezayne farewell. Designs and details were already appearing in his mind, and he wanted to get them down on paper as soon as he could.
“Sure, if I have more ideas, I’ll contact you.” Ezayne followed him to the door, waving him goodbye. “Take care, Jack. See you!”
He knew Jack would do a great job. Sure it would be something beautiful. Maybe not as impressive as the big mural painting he wanted, but it would be OK.
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“Sounds like an excellent plan to me! I really like than plan!” Ezayne couldn’t help but smile back. “If you tell me your email account, I’ll send you an email back, so you can add me to your contacts list. Can’t wait to see your sketches. Sure they will be amazing.”
More sketches meant more drawings. More things he could watch before going to sleep. It would be a way to keep her close to his heart.
“Here you go.” From his pocket, Jack produced one of the updated business cards he’d had ordered while he was still in New York. It carried his phone number, email, and several other contact details. “And I s-should have the sketches ready very soon.” He meant that – he was excited to get started on this project.
“Thank you so much.” Ezayne took the card, not hiding the childish excitement filling his nice features. It was a nice card. He made sure to save it into his bedside table, so it wouldn’t get lost.
“That would be really amazing, Jack. This really means a lot to me. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He really meant it. That painting would inspire him, in the same way the other he has lost used to do it. Jack hadn’t asked him too many details, but Ezayne could feel he was a good man, and that was all what mattered.
“You’re welcome, Ezayne,” the blue man replied. “I-if you think of anything else you’d like to see in the painting, let me know. I just hope I c-can do it justice.” With that, he bid Ezayne farewell. Designs and details were already appearing in his mind, and he wanted to get them down on paper as soon as he could.
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“You can surprise me, or…” Ezayne grinned to dissimulate his lack of knowledge about the subject. Given how he never had finished his studies, all he knew about meassures what using the length of his hooks as reference (10 meters each one). Still, Jack’s face was telling him sure it would be better just to pick a size.
“…You could draw the scene inside a square, 1 meter each side.”
A square didn’t really suit the images Jack had in mind, but he gave a small nod. After looking the wallspace over carefully once more, he said, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I get s-some preliminary sketches done, in different shapes, and you can pick which one looks best?” He smiled. “I could scan them and email them to you?” Graphic art was still a new and distant field for him, but he’d talked to some other artists while he was in New York, and gotten the idea to start using a scanner.
“Sounds like an excellent plan to me! I really like than plan!” Ezayne couldn’t help but smile back. “If you tell me your email account, I’ll send you an email back, so you can add me to your contacts list. Can’t wait to see your sketches. Sure they will be amazing.”
More sketches meant more drawings. More things he could watch before going to sleep. It would be a way to keep her close to his heart.
“Here you go.” From his pocket, Jack produced one of the updated business cards he’d had ordered while he was still in New York. It carried his phone number, email, and several other contact details. “And I s-should have the sketches ready very soon.” He meant that – he was excited to get started on this project.
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Tgat sounded actually quite good. Maybe not all the wall, but he could commission a large painting. “A painting about of the encounter over a magpie bridge. That’s something I’d love to see…” he said dreamily, his cheeks blushing faintly.
“It would be even more beautiful if you could draw us wearing yukatas, the kind of kimonmos Japanese people wears in these festivals. I also would like to see certain important details…” he showed him the key hanging from his neck.
“See this key? It was a gift from Helena, one of Sinner’s personalities. She surely still has the padlock which could be opoçened only with this key. Both the key and the padlock have these gree and orange gems, pointing one of the connections we share. I wish I could see her wearing it, but until them… Could you add her padlock to her neck, please?
Jack nodded, listening and taking notes on what Ezayne wanted in the painting (and deciding not to comment on anything). He asked Ezayne to let him get a closer look at the key, and began quickly sketching both it and a description of the padlock.
“And, how big would you like the picture to be? So I know what canvas measurements to use?” Now that they were talking business, it was easier.
“You can surprise me, or…” Ezayne grinned to dissimulate his lack of knowledge about the subject. Given how he never had finished his studies, all he knew about meassures what using the length of his hooks as reference (10 meters each one). Still, Jack’s face was telling him sure it would be better just to pick a size.
“…You could drae the scene inside a square, 1 meter each side.”
A square didn’t really suit the images Jack had in mind, but he gave a small nod. After looking the wallspace over carefully once more, he said, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I get s-some preliminary sketches done, in different shapes, and you can pick which one looks best?” He smiled. “I could scan them and email them to you?” Graphic art was still a new and distant field for him, but he’d talked to some other artists while he was in New York, and gotten the idea to start using a scanner.
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“I don’t think I’m going to move, but… A regular painting would be nice.” Ezayne smiled, feeling really sad inside. It seemed he wouldn’t get the mural he wanted, but at least he’d get a nice painting. The assassin could paint the mural into his room anyway, it wasn’t like he couldn’t. He just felt sorry that such a great artist like Jack didn’t want to do what could have been an absolute wonder. But it was fine. Sure D and him could do a great job by themselves.
It wouldn’t be perfect but it would be exactly what he wanted.
“I guess a simple portrait of her wouldn’t be too expensive for me. Might I request something for that portrait?
“Of course,” Jack replied. “Anything you like. I-I could even still do the scene from the legend, if you want. It just won’t be as e-expansive.”
Tgat sounded actually quite good. Maybe not all the wall, but he could commission a large painting. “A painting about of the encounter over a magpie bridge. That’s something I’d love to see…” he said dreamily, his cheeks blushing faintly.
“It would be even more beautiful if you could draw us wearing yukatas, the kind of kimonmos Japanese people wears in these festivals. I also would like to see certain important details…” he showed him the key hanging from his neck.
“See this key? It was a gift from Helena, one of Sinner’s personalities. She surely still has the padlock which could be opoçened only with this key. Both the key and the padlock have these gree and orange gems, pointing one of the connections we share. I wish I could see her wearing it, but until them… Could you add her padlock to her neck, please?
Jack nodded, listening and taking notes on what Ezayne wanted in the painting (and deciding not to comment on anything). He asked Ezayne to let him get a closer look at the key, and began quickly sketching both it and a description of the padlock.
“And, how big would you like the picture to be? So I know what canvas measurements to use?” Now that they were talking business, it was easier.
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“Anything would work, really.” he gave him a little sad smile, realizing Jack wasn’t feel too comfortable with all of this. Ezayne bit his bottom lip.
Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to ask him to do this, after all. BUt he couldn’t kick him out without nothing. It would bee too cruel. And surely disappointing for the man. He looked down, sighing.
“I know what you’re thinking. Sure you’re thinking I’m a stalker or something similar. I wouldn’t blame you if you do.” he looked back to the white wall, upset. It seemed his little dream would have to be something he had to work in by himself, as he had done before in the years of his training.
He looked back at Jack, and rubbed his arm. “It… It will be enough if you draw to me a simple sketch, really. I just wanted something… Something I could see every morning and think ‘maybe today, she’ll finally give me her hand’. Maybe I’m just dreaming… but I’ve never loved anyone else as much I love her, Jack. I’ll pay you for the time you wasted here, though. It will be enough with a sketch, if you don’t want to do this.”
Jack relaxed a little as he heard Ezayne’s words. The fact that the man was well aware of how strange the situation was made him feel much better. His heart went out to Ezayne – his and Sinner’s story sounded very painful, and tragic.
“N-no, it’s all right. I do want to do this. She’s v-very beautiful,” he gestured at the pictures of Sinner, “and I w-would like to paint her.” He considered it for a moment. “M-maybe you’d like a regular painting, instead of a mural? That way, y-you could take it with you if you moved,” he added.
“I don’t think I’m going to move, but… A regular painting would be nice.” Ezayne smiled, feeling really sad inside. It seemed he wouldn’t get the mural he wanted, but at least he’d get a nice painting. The assassin could paint the mural into his room anyway, it wasn’t like he couldn’t. He just felt sorry that such a great artist like Jack didn’t want to do what could have been an absolute wonder. But it was fine. Sure D and him could do a great job by themselves.
It wouldn’t be perfect but it would be exactly what he wanted.
“I guess a simple portrait of her wouldn’t be too expensive for me. Might I request something for that portrait?
“Of course,” Jack replied. “Anything you like. I-I could even still do the scene from the legend, if you want. It just won’t be as e-expansive.”
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“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?”
“Anything would work, really.” he gave him a little sad smile, realizing Jack wasn’t feel too comfortable with all of this. Ezayne bit his bottom lip.
Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to ask him to do this, after all. BUt he couldn’t kick him out without nothing. It would bee too cruel. And surely disappointing for the man. He looked down, sighing.
“I know what you’re thinking. Sure you’re thinking I’m a stalker or something similar. I wouldn’t blame you if you do.” he looked back to the white wall, upset. It semed his little dream would have to be something he had to work in by himself, as he had done before in the years of his training.
He looked back at Jack, and rubbed his arm. “It… It will be enough if you draw to me a simple sketch, really. I just wanted something… Something I could see every morning and think ‘maybe today, she’ll finally give me her hand’. Maybe I’m just dreaming… but I’ve never loved anyone else as much I love her, Jack. I’ll pay you for the time you wasted here, though. It will be enough with a sketch, if you don’t want to do this.”
Jack relaxed a little as he heard Ezayne’s words. The fact that the man was well aware of how strange the situation was made him feel much better. His heart went out to Ezayne – his and Sinner’s story sounded very painful, and tragic.
“N-no, it’s all right. I do want to do this. She’s v-very beautiful,” he gestured at the pictures of Sinner, “and I w-would like to paint her.” He considered it for a moment. “M-maybe you’d like a regular painting, instead of a mural? That way, y-you could take it with you if you moved,” he added.
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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?”
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“Thank you. To answer your question… Practically all my life. Just not being too aware of it until recently…” he said, knowing common people would find this really weird. He didn’t care too much, though. He always enjoyed attention.
“I know, it can be weird. Just to let you know, if I suddenly say something rude or violent, check my eye color, surely Ezzy says it. HE’s a whole lot harsh than me…”
Ezzy wanted to kick his brother, but he couldn’t do it without hurting himself. He growled a little inside Ezayne’s mind, while the blue-haired man simply smiled for Jack.
“I-I’ll r-remember that,” Jack managed to say. He tried to turn the subject back to the painting, and picked up the makeshift sketchpad so he could begin drawing as Ezayne talked. “S-so, y-you’ll be one of the lovers in this mural. And y-your ladyfriend will be the other one, I take it? What does she look like? Do you m-maybe have a photo of her?” He could go by a description if he had to, trying out sketches until he got it right, but a photo would be much better.
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?”
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“Yes, I’ve got some…” he took a few pieces of paper, and handed it to him, along with a large book he could use as table, and a pencil.
Done this, he sat on his bed. Memories began to flow through his mind. Where could he begin? If his dreams were true, he had met Annwyn when they were nothing more than little children. Maybe it would be easier to begin their story from the point where they had met as adults, here, in Metro City.
“But, before beginning… I’ll tell you something, Jack. I’m not exactly ‘normal’… And she isn’t either. Both of us have another personalities, anothers souls sharing our bodies. You can tell it by the color of our eyes. Look. I’ll let my ‘brother’ take over for a moment, so you can meet him.”
Ezayne allowed him to stare into his green eyes. He bliked briefly, while the orange color began to fill his eyes. Ezzy finally revealed himself. HIs voice sounded slightly deeper than his “brother’s”.
“I believe my ‘brother’ didn’t introduce me properly. The crybaby with green eyes is Ezayne. I’m Ezzy, the one and only guy in this city with orange eyes. Nice to meet you at last, Jack.”
He looked around, mumbling something to himself. Jack could see how the orange switched to green slowly, as Ezayne took the control again. “See? It works exactly in the same way for my girl. Amazing, isn’t it?”
Jack couldn’t help it – his mouth dropped open. Sure, it wasn’t the strangest thing he’d ever seen, but it was still very unexpected. And it didn’t make him feel any better about spending so much time alone in this place with Ezayne, or Ezzy, or whatever the two personalities wanted to call themselves.
Still staring (and not caring how rude it looked), he gulped, and said, “It’s, um, fascinating. H-how long have y-you been like th-this?”
“Thank you. To answer your question… Practically all my life. Just not being too aware of it until recently…” he said, knowing common people would find this really weird. He didn’t care too much, though. He always enjoyed attention.
“I know, it can be weird. Just to let you know, if I suddenly say something rude or violent, check my eye color, surely Ezzy says it. HE’s a whole lot harsh than me…”
Ezzy wanted to kick his brother, but he couldn’t do it without hurting himself. He growled a little inside Ezayne’s mind, while the blue-haired man simply smiled for Jack.
“I-I’ll r-remember that,” Jack managed to say. He tried to turn the subject back to the painting, and picked up the makeshift sketchpad so he could begin drawing as Ezayne talked. “S-so, y-you’ll be one of the lovers in this mural. And y-your ladyfriend will be the other one, I take it? What does she look like? Do you m-maybe have a photo of her?” He could go by a description if he had to, trying out sketches until he got it right, but a photo would be much better.
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