Beauty and the Wolf Chapter 4
I'm a painter... i was finishing a painting i was working on before i moved and i guess i got carried away," she mumbled embarrassed. that was the cutest blush damon has ever seen. he had to make her blush some more.
He Invited Me To Watersports, I Thought That Meant Swimming!
Kyle mewled and leaned back, letting himself become a canvas and me the painter. in my expressive strokes i accidentally plastered kyle in the chin with a rope of gold, splattering his face with spray. “oh gosh, sorry. is that- is that off limits?”
Andlat and the Bears: Part One
The painters are going to be working on the living room and they don't need a little boy under paw." andlat opened his mouth to argue, but he knew it was a lost cause. "i don't know what you're so fussy about.
The Power of Prayer
Like a blank canvas with the hopes and dreams of some famous painter, his face was knowing and hopeless as ever. i picked up the phone and motioned for him to do the same.
Bun Bun's Toys
Just a simple desk lamp beside the king-sized bed on a nightstand, though beside the mirror dresser was a painter's portfolio area with multiple pencils, brushes and canvas's.
Chasing Pavements.
Cody never could get used to the blond hair on the female painter. "i don't think so." cody said, adjusting the strings on his guitar and playing a few notes before adjusting again. "i think it's just, like, you know, hanging out...
Two Moonstone Wolves
Sol immediately moved his hands apart but the painter was far too quick for him and by the time he had separated them both hands had turned to stone up to their wrists and had grown considerably.
Vector's Memoirs; The Chaotix That Was (Part Two)
But as my hand went up to call him from the far end, i caught the stiff two down from me, in a white sox ballcap and painter's clothes, move a stool further, still shirking eye contact. me and punks never mixed well.
Like Glass
Alex drifted through the bleak back alley pubs for many years, listening to the wails of amateur musicians, voyeuring the works of drunken painters, watching the short wick of other sketchers sputter in the grip of their own vices.
Tea for Two - Ch. 1: In where there's tea and troubles
"ah, you're a painter! i thought you had that artistic look. it's all the more interesting." he came out of the kitchen with a tray carrying the tea, and sitting on the couch. "sorry it's a little cramped" he said, handing me a cup.
My Life as a Furry: Chapter 1
The light eventually dimmed down enough for me to see, but what i saw horrified me: in black letters, a message was painter across my screen 'it's time for you to come!'
Upon her Altar
The stone changed slowly at first, like the tentative brushstrokes of a painter unsure of his canvas but sure enough, the subtle shifting of the stone began to grow more frantic.