Andrew Garcia
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When Elise fell asleep on the same night, she found herself standing in the corridor of White's Mansion in between the dark. Silence accompanied her as she continued to walk in the dusk. She looked around finding no flame from candles and was lost in the castle. No sounds could be heard which Elise found it weird, looking down she found that she had no shoes and had been walking barefoot. In her dream, Elise was walking in a long hallway of White Mansion. She didn't know which part of White Mansion she…
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Candles placed outside the gallery lost flickered when no wind came. But in the next moment a harsh wind slipped out from the wall of stones which was placed at the end of the corridor, blowing the flame to gray smokes that faded to air. Inside the gallery, Ian ran his finger in circular motions to the surface of the cup which was gold in color. The red tea lost it colors once his red eyes were reflected to the the liquid. "I've told her about immortal beings." when he uttered the last two words, Ian…
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Ian smiled at her embarrassment, the stutter she gave was too sweet for him that he would be unable to ignore. He savor her expression and her actions she made under his right eyes. Raising his hand, he touched her chin and with only a soft single move to lift her chin, Elise moved her chin up, her blue eyes of her was glassy that almost make him want to take her somewhere deep in a soundless place. "You still have to resume cleaning the gallery puppy and don't forget to take the painting." Elise who…
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Elise stared at the rose that has become lively as if it had just been nipped a few second ago. She didn't know if it was her imagination or if there was indeed a water drop stopping at one of the petals. Her face was with a mixture of surprise and amazement. Master Ian's magic, wasn't it water and another that could turn object into dusts? "How did you do that?" she asked him, fascination covering her voice and she leaned forward to study how the rose had completely bloomed in perfection and Ian smiled…
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"You didn't." she confirmed the words he needed to see. Elise saw the Lord smiling happily as if he was delighted at how she confirmed his words. Ian could tell that he was fascinated by hearing he was the painter, he had noticed that Elise had come to take a liking when it was paintings and he know knows the reason was because in her childhood she had been watching her uncle painting a portrait. The man had a sense, praised Ian in his mind. Elise then saw him walked and finally took a step forward…
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When the painter was brought to the conversation, she wondered if it was the same painter who had painted almost all painting in the gallery? Ian mentioned that the painter would be heartbroken and thought that if she was a painter she would feel saddened when she found out her painting had been ruined. "Can I see the painting?" She asked him, her steps were not moving forward even as she asked because of the close distance. Ian moved forward to take a better look of her face. The small nose she had…
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Elise felt bad and sorry for knocking the painting; worse perhaps she had ruined it. All the paintings were beautiful to her eyes and she didn't know if she had destroyed the one which seemed as if in the middle of the work. She didn't know what painting it was as it was covered by the white cloth but Ian seemed to be the one taking care of the painting she concluded from his words. Ian left his finger fingers from her waist, taking one step back to have herself a breathable space, Elise felt her hands…
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In the painting, Master Ian was sitting at a chair, in front of a maroon curtain. His long legs were crossed in front of him and his body was leaning to the back of the chair. His arm resting on the armchair hold his chin he playfully tilted to the right side of the painting and there was his grin appearing on his sculpted face. Elise had always seen the grin, the grin that Ian had when he was feeling amused or in mirth. There was wildness in him and the untamed mischief he presented which make up the…
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Elise's blue eyes squint at the eye of the needle, pushing the golden thread through the hole she then pulled the golden thread and resumed to embroidered the white fabric she had being sewing and paused for a moment to place the needle down and shifted her eyes to the sky that had turned gloom. Three days had passed after the day where Elise had spoken with the Ian and she had no opportunity to meet him with the works he had as the Lord. She looked back on the white fabric she had cut and sewn into a…
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Ian narrowed his eyes over the chick. It had only been a day passed between them and it would seem from the way the grim reaper had called Elise by her nickname, they had somewhat gotten closer through something. The 'something' had Ian's curiosity to set his lips that were smiling to turn into a single line, "Elly?" He pressed his words with a cool tone, the red eyes he had narrow in a deeper look at the chick who didn't noticed Ian's change in expression. "Yes! Elly!" the chick confirmed somewhat…
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