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Post by Cinnamon Sorbet on Jun 6, 2006 22:21:30 GMT -5
"Merci," He said, taking the paper from her and pocketing it. Olivier studied her with an artist's eye. Her profile could be quite lovely...
"Would.. would you let me paint your portrait?" He asked her, slightly embarassed.
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Post by Thérèse Dupassé on Jun 7, 2006 1:55:03 GMT -5
There was a pregnant pause as Thérèse looked down, absent-mindedly polishing the bannister as she considered his offer. She hesitated. In her mind she could hear her grandmother's voice chastizing her about the various and abundant improprieties in Paris and while she was not exactly sure how this would count, she was sure her grandmother would find a way. It was for precisely this reason she decided to agree.
"Yes," she said suddenly, looking up at him. "I would be flattered," she added with a coy smile.
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Post by Cinnamon Sorbet on Jun 9, 2006 18:16:03 GMT -5
"Really?" He gave her a shocked smile, "You're sure?" He hadn't really expected her to accept. She seemed to be the type of girl who would think that painting him painting her portrait would be entirely inappropriate.
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Post by Thérèse Dupassé on Jun 11, 2006 1:22:29 GMT -5
"I said yes, didn't I?" Thérèse responded. "What do I need to do?" She paused and wiped her rag on her apron. "And I'm not sure how much of time I can give you... Seeing as how, no offense, you don't really look like the sort of artist who can afford to pay his models."
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Post by Cinnamon Sorbet on Jun 11, 2006 17:47:22 GMT -5
"No offense taken," He said, "Um.. could you just sit down right here on the steps, and turn so you're facing the windows a little. It won't take too long. I'll just sketch it out and then paint it later."
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Post by Thérèse Dupassé on Jun 11, 2006 23:16:57 GMT -5
Thérèse carefully lowered herself onto the steps and sat rigidly, occasionally primping the strands of black hair that fell out from under her cap out of nervousness. She felt uncomfortable being scrutinized at such a close range. In fact, it was nearly impossible for her to keep still. Her fingers drummed rhythmically on her knees, or she chewed her lip slightly, or when everything else was subdued her eyes darted around trying to focus on something that wasn't Olivier.
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Post by Cinnamon Sorbet on Jun 13, 2006 17:08:43 GMT -5
Olivier frowned, his pencil still moving across the page rapidly, "Mademoiselle, if you could stay still, this will be much easier." He knew that she was nervous, he was trying to get this done as well and as quickly as possible.
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Post by Thérèse Dupassé on Jun 13, 2006 22:46:52 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I'm just... restless." Thérèse took a deep breath and calmed herself. "I'm just not used to being watched like this." She felt it self-evident that it made her uncomfortable.
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Post by Cinnamon Sorbet on Jun 14, 2006 23:01:15 GMT -5
"Most people aren't," Olivier said, concentrating, "I'm half way done, if that makes you feel any better."
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Post by Thérèse Dupassé on Jun 17, 2006 19:32:11 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said quietly, averting her eyes, but remaining still for the duration of the drawing.
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Post by Cinnamon Sorbet on Jun 18, 2006 17:36:09 GMT -5
He closed his sketchbook and tucked his pencil behind his ear, "All done! Merci for your patience." He would have asked her to get a bite to eat with him, or go to a café, but he didn't have any money on him. Instead, he gave her a bright smile and showed her the sketch.
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Post by Thérèse Dupassé on Jun 19, 2006 14:00:03 GMT -5
She took the sketch and looked it over closely, a small smile breaking across her face. "It's lovely, though I think you improved upon nature some," Thérèse said. "I'd be happy to model again for you if I have the time. You will be around, yes?"
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