Bite of Art (closed)

[havinfun50]

“It’s a Family collection,” he mumbled, somewhat embarrassed at the sheer volume of devices in his dungeon. They all belonged to him, but he had learned long ago that humans did not adjust easily to the long timeline he lived everyday.

“No need to be worried, you are the first guest I’ve had in the Manse since Samantha joined the staff, and she was never invited here. I don’t ‘entertain’ often.”

She lost her balance on what he assumed was the uneven stone floor and fell into him. Her body felt exquisite against his. He listened to her words and felt sad for her. Why was that? he thought to himself fleetingly. She is weak, you should take the opportunity to strike! But, he held himself back for reasons he himself did not yet fully realize.

Helping her up the stairs from the Dungeon, he replied. “There is nothing off limits for you. If you need to see it to capture its essence, it is yours to behold.”

 

[Perplexia]

"you've been revered as a hermit of sorts through out the media and graphic novel world. I feel truly honored that you've extended me such freedom amongst your home."

Arriving to the dining room she was served a large lunch. "please stay and keep me company" she asked lightly. "What inspired you to your latest creation?" she asked.

She picked slowly at her food as she ate bite after bite. The touch of his body against hers was still resonating. It was almost electric. The connection between them physically was something that she was having a hard time with. On one hand she wanted to feel him enter her and bring her to the brink of ecstasy over and over again.

On the other she knew that if she crossed this road, when the book was over, that would be that. Could she bring herself to concentrate in his presence when he clearly had this deep of an affect on her? Yet at the same time the kiss they shared hadn't seem to cause any complications at all.

The only complication is she wanted more. It was if she had her first taste of crack and wanted that high over and over again. He made it clear she had already been extended privileges that Samantha hadn't. Before she could filter her words, or stop herself she spoke out loud.

"Did you sleep with your previous artist?"

Wow that was truly not her business and she felt embarrassed to ask. "I'm so sorry." she exclaimed horrified that her mouth betrayed her. "That was completely out of line, i understand if you want to fire me immediately."

 

[havinfun50]

They walked up the stairs in silence, then she spoke. He acknowledged her words in silence but contemplated them all the same, should he be such a recluse, should he he deny himself the needs and desires that her presence had ignited? He did not know, but he suspected that his previous behavior might change.

They arrived back at the dining room, lunch was ready for her at a single place setting. She asked him to keep her company, and he readily obliged. He found that he could deny her nothing, within limits, and again it made him wonder.

Midway through the meal she asked a question that both shocked and tantalized him.

"Did you sleep with your previous artist?"

His back went rigid, and he looked her directly into her eyes, “No.” It was a single word, the rest of her apologies went past him while he looked deeply into her eyes and said,

“Samantha was never given full access to the Manse, she and I were not lovers. Her work was important to me, however, I feel that your work may be even more important than hers. To you I give, mostly, full access to the Manse. To you I give complete freedom to explore and discover. To you I give freedom to roam as you wish. I only ask that you exclude my personal chambers from your view. If you can agree to these terms. I believe we can do great things together”

 

[Perplexia]

It was an odd relief that went over her when he said he hadn’t slept with his previous artist. The only thing that was off limits to her was his private chambers.

Normally that would have sparked her curiosity to what deep dark secrets he held there. But there was so much of him spread throughout this house she felt that everyone was entitled to their own secrets. Those should be respected.

“I believe we can create great things together as well” she responded. “But please know that I am so sorry for blurting out that question. It truly is none of my business. I've overstepped my grounds.”

Her eyes almost had tears in them as she silently asked for his forgiveness by looking in his eyes. They had come so far, and yet her mouth over loading her ass could set them back a step.

“If you don’t mind I think I’ll take a nap for an hour or so before continuing work.” It was taking all her strength not to flee like a wounded animal. Even if it was her that had done the damage.

 

[havinfun50]

Her apology was heartfelt. Nonetheless, he could sense that as sincere as her words were, there were other emotions there as well… relief perhaps? Interesting.

Eyes swollen with moisture met with his, but these welling tears were different than her previous tears. These tears did not hold anger; an element of frustration, perhaps, but not anger. They were almost tears of joy… but not quite.

He rose with her from the table, taking a step closer as she begged leave to retire for a short break before resuming their work. Her tears had pooled and formed a delicate drop in the corner of her deep green eyes that threatened to fall and run down her delicate cheek.

He leaned closer, reached out with his hand and delicately caught the drop before it fell. His face mere inches from hers.

“If a rest is what you desire… so be it.”

 

[Perplexia]

'Desire' the word hung in the air like piece of floating chocolate. She could practically taste the smooth creaminess upon her lips. Her lips which were inches, centimeters, were on his. Her arms found their way back around his neck as she kissed him with a passion and hunger that he arose with in her.

"It seems i'm full of all sorts of inappropriate behavior today" she whispered as her lips left his. Heart pounding in her chest as the blush spread across her face.

"I'm not the writer, so i seem to lack the words at this moment. This is completely unlike me."

 

[havinfun50]

As she leaned in ever closer, his desire surged. Her lips met his with a sudden rush and passionate connection, her arms wrapped around his neck clinging him tight.

Her passions were fully unleashed, of that he had no doubt, her heat scented the air, her pheromones deluged his senses. He returned the kiss with the rising heat of his own desire, encircling her in his arms; one high, grazing the side of her breast; the other around her waist, his hand resting at the crest of her firm round ass.

Breaking the kiss, her lips hovered just below his:

"It seems I'm full of all sorts of inappropriate behavior today... I'm not the writer, so I seem to lack the words at this moment. This is completely unlike me."

He smiled inwardly and replied softly, "As a writer I can tell you, sometimes there is no need for words."

He leaned in and continued their kiss. His lips parting and granting access to her. His hand gently caressing the crest of her ass at first, and then massaging with more force as the kiss progressed.

He felt his loins swell where their bodies met and his passion flared. He slowly broke their kiss and his lips fell to her neck. Kissing and nibbling the delicate ivory flesh, her pulse throbbed under his lips. The Need suddenly rose in him with a vengeance, a Need he had suppressed for centuries now threatened to rage out of control.

Of their own volition his fangs emerged, seeking the essence of her being that lay only millimeters below her alabaster skin. He fought the Need. He did not want to quell his bourgeoning passion, but he needed to control the Need.

Slowly, his fangs receded, as he held her in his embrace.

 

[Perplexia]

"As a writer I can tell you, sometimes there is no need for words."

Perhaps it was the tone of his voice, the way it seeped through her ears like milk chocolate. Or the way he held her next to him. Her body molded against his. His caresses over her ass were like electric pulses to her core.

Kissing him deeply with every fiber of her being, her tongue danced with his. His mouth moved to her neck and she was in heaven. Unaware of what was unfolding, just that she was at home in his arms.

Her fingers moved through his jet black hair entwining and massaging. No one had ever set her on fire like he did. In a matter of just days he had ignited her anger, her passion, and inspired her artwork.

Sheilas breathing was ragged and her heart was racing in full passion and desire. “Don’t let go” she whispered before nibbling his ear and tightening her grip of his hair.

 

[havinfun50]

With the Need under control, his thoughts strayed to ways of ending this encounter without insulting or otherwise derailing what they had finally achieved. He needed to feed, he needed to feed the Need, but now that he had it under control, how did he get her out of harms way?

Enveloped in his arms, she reached out and nibbled his ear while whispering “Don’t let go” through ragged breaths.

That was all it took. That was all the Need needed to reassert itself. That was all it took for his Passions to swell even stronger than his Need.

Clearing the table of it’s service with one smooth sweep of his arm, he laid her on the bare mahogany table and tore the cheap thrift store shirt from her body. Her breasts were laid bare to him and he took a moment to admire what was, literally, laid upon his table as his own personal feast. They were perfect. Two alabaster globes caped with doubloon sized areolas and perky nipples that greeted him with obvious anticipation.

He latched upon both breasts with his strong hands and sucked her left nipple deep into his mouth. His fangs, once again sensing their true purpose, emerged. He fought it, but this time his Passions and Need conspired against him. As he tried to pull back and disengage, a fang grazed her hot skin and he felt, as well as tasted, her blood upon his tongue.

It had been centuries since he had last fed on human blood. His self imposed restriction to animal blood was adequate for his essentials, but did not fulfill his true desire. The taste of her on his tongue ignited desires that had laid dormant within him for generations. There was no choice, he succumbed to his Need and his Passion simultaneously, sucking her breast deeply into him and feeding upon it’s nectar as if a babe. His tongue worked the broken skin of her nipple for several minutes, extracting just enough to satiate the Need without extinguishing the Passion.

When he finished there was no scar upon her flesh, no sign that anything had happened other than rough passion between two lovers. He looked into her eyes again and asked… “Do you desire more?”

 

[Perplexia]

She gasped as his tooth grazed her skin and she felt a tinge of pain and rush of hot passion between her thighs at the additional joy it brought her.

Not knowing that it was her blood he was drinking as he suckled her breast with such a passion, she pressed his head down in excitement entangling her fingers in his hair. Her body was on fire, he'd awoken a primal sexual hunger from within her.

"Do you desire more?"

he asked her, allowing her eyes to unroll from her head. Her brain to gravitate back toward reality. The fact even asked that question made her wonder did she not moan enough to show him. Was it not obvious that she longed for him with every fiber of her being. Had she made the mistake in thinking that perhaps he too hungered for her as she did him.

The sound of her own voice in her head began to give her a migraine. The only way to shut it up was to feel him. Lifting herself up slightly her mouth found his hoping to answer his question.

 

[havinfun50]

Though he was a recluse, he was not unaware of the happenings in the modern world, and one did not survive as long as he had by not maintaining a strong sense of self preservation. Her look of confusion and frustration, as he gazed into her eyes, was best summed up in modern parlance as “Dumbass!,” and her passionate kiss in answer to his question removed all doubt regarding her willingness.

He returned her passion with the burning heat of his own desires. Her fingers entwined in his hair held him close. He moaned as his mouth slid to her neck, lips never leaving her skin, and he sucked upon the tender flesh as if feeding, though this time his fangs remained safe. The sensation of her pulse under his lips drove his passion over the edge.

Pulling away, her arms clinging and reaching for him, he undressed quickly, his erection standing long and proud in front of him. He moved smoothly back between her spread legs and used both hands to tear the old fatigue pants from her body in one swift motion. A gasp escaped her as the worn seams of the crotch split easily from front to back. A long loud moan reached his ears as her delicate thong was torn from her with two fingers. The two halves of the sundered pants slid smoothly down her legs and dangled from her feat as he cast the remnants of her panties aside

Taking a thigh in each hand he lifted her into position with the head of his throbbing cock poised at the entrance of her heat. The moisture pearled upon the outer lips of her sex, dripped upon his head, her nectar immediately making him wet and providing lubrication. He pressed forward in a smooth slow motion, her lips parting with ease as his cock was swaddled in her silken folds. He held her close and still as he slowly sunk to her full depth. Her muscles spasming around him, her cries gaining in intensity.

Lifting her legs over his broad shoulders he began to piston in and out of this beauty laid out upon his table. Her head thrashed back and forth with each long thrust as her breasts jiggled in time with his quickening pace.

He reached down and leaned in closer, her legs bending back and opening her to his thrusts even more completely. With his hands he firmly grasped each of her nipples and gave a firm twisting squeeze. His moans of passion echoing her own cries of lust.

 

[Perplexia]

He undressed her with a fury that made her melt even more. She was going to have to go shopping again if they continued this parlay.

In little time he had penetrated her and her moans and cries of ecstasy filled and echoed throughout the room as he took her. For the first time she felt herself giving herself entirely to the situation.

His pistoning in and out of her, the way his hands molded her globes and pinched. The taste of his lips upon hers as they made this room fill with the essence of their sexual exploitations.

The feeling of his long hard phallus impaling her was above and beyond anything she'd ever encountered. It didn't take him long to send her into a fit of ecstasy cries. Her body clenched upon him with a fierce hunger as her body convulsed in pure delicious rapture.

Over and over again their bodies molded together with a hungerous desire. This greek god using her body as he wished, for both of their pleasures.
For this moment in time she belonged to him completely.

 

[havinfun50]

Their passions combined to create a heady mix of lust, hunger and desire. Needing more of her, he wrapped his arms around her back and lifted her up into his strong arms. The motion impaled her on him as deep as he had ever remembered being in anyone. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.

Holding her tight for the moment he savored her tight grasp upon his throbbing member. His hands sliding down her back ended with a clenching of two perfect cheeks in his tight grip. Lifting her with his arms and rocking his hips created a delicious friction that allowed her to grind into him as he slid easily in and out of her folds. Her new angle made the head of his cock rub deliciously against her walls. If he wasn’t careful this could be over sooner than he wanted.

 

[Perplexia]

Their passions combined to create a heady mix of lust, hunger and desire. Needing more of her, he wrapped his arms around her back and lifted her up into his strong arms. The motion impaled her on him as deep as he had ever remembered being in anyone. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.

Holding her tight for the moment he savored her tight grasp upon his throbbing member. His hands sliding down her back ended with a clenching of two perfect cheeks in his tight grip. Lifting her with his arms and rocking his hips created a delicious friction that allowed her to grind into him as he slid easily in and out of her folds.

Her new angle made the head of his cock rub deliciously against her walls. If he wasn't careful this could be over sooner than he wanted.

With every thrust, every squeeze, and every deep tightening grind her body molded against his with a more profound hunger and desire. She found herself in a euphoria of bliss and pleasure she could have never imagined existed.
Good looking he was in spades, but that wasn't it.

The connection she felt to him was unlike anything she’d ever encountered. His touch mesmerized her, and his gift of words was what she needed to inspire. Together they created a world.

He lifted her up with little effort and thrust himself up into her w/ a hunger and desire that set her into an orgasm frenzy. Over and over she spilled upon him and cried out in euphoria. Sheila molded her body against him as if she was part of him. “cum for me” she moaned as her mouth found his and kissed him deeply.

 

[havinfun50]

Her cries rang in his ears as he continued to ravish his fiery companion. He could feel her body shudder as an almost non stop flood of orgasmic waves crashed over her. It was almost too much to bear when she moaned “cum for me.” Three simple words with so much power.

Her lips upon his, her grasp tight around his waist and neck and the power of her simple request broke the dam in his loins. With a final thrust, his own orgasam washed over him. His Need and Passion rose together to overwhelm his control.

Without thinking, he sunk his fangs deep into the tender flesh of her exposed neck and fed deeply. The coppery tang of her blood washing over his tongue, made his orgasm even more intense. Wave after wave of his seman splashed inside her in time with the pulsing of her blood into his mouth.

It was as if they together were combining the broad strokes of a Masters brush with the bold words of the Great Authors to create something new.

Something vibrant, something elemental and something vital, was born of their meeting. Not just in the meeting of their loins, but in the meeting of their minds and passions. In all his years he could not remember feeling like this about a mere mortal.

With a moan his fangs retracted and he began to lick and suck tenderly upon her alabaster flesh. His actions healing the wounds he had inflicted upon her.

“Oh Sheila,” he moaned against her neck as he eased her to the table and rested her bottom gently upon the mahogany. “You are magnificent.”

 

[Perplexia]

Sheila gasped and breathed heavily as she still trembled from this extraordinary sexual encounter she'd just experienced. Never in her life had she felt so a part of someone physically and mentally. Clinging to him tightly she held on as if she let go he would disappear.

"You have ravished me wordless, and i can't even think in pictures at this moment." Truly what could she say after the best sexual experience she could have ever even imagined, she'd lost count how many times he pushed her over the edge. She'd lost count how many times she'd thought she had to be dreaming.

"I don't think i can walk" she said w/ a giggle. "If you think you can help me, i'd love to take a nap, and would love for you to join me. I don't think i'm ready to let go of you just yet."

 

[havinfun50]

She clung tightly to him as he held her in his arms. Their bodies pressed close as the euphoric effect of his bite coursed through her veins. Her giggling words bringing a smile to his face as the energy of human blood coursed through him for the first time in what seemed like a hundred years. He felt strong and invigorated. His mind swirling at the renewed clarity her essence gave him. His Need stilled and his Passion sated for the first time in an age.

She held onto him as if her life depended on it as he wrapped her in the tablecloth, covering her naked form and lifting her in his arms. He picked her up with ease and silently carried her to her room. She giggled like a drunken sorority girl at homecoming as they made their way down the long upstairs hallway. Her legs kicking with delight as she held him tight. He carried he through the door, careful not to hit her head, and laid her gently upon the soft bedding of the ancient Victorian bed.

With the blinds drawn and freshly fed, he could risk some time in the well windowed room. The rays of the sun would not penetrate the heavy drapes so long as they stayed shut, so he gathered his near naked form beside her and let her cling to him as she drifted off to sleep. The after effects of his bite were still heavy in her veins as he lay still and eased her to sleep.

What was it about this woman that made him feel so differently than any other human he’d fed upon. Though he bit her in passion, he did not drain her. He found he could not. Normally a bite in passion like that meant almost sure death for his partner, but today it did not. He pondered the subject for several hours while she slept before gently disengaging himself from her grasp and making his way to his own chambers. Safely sealed in his space, he dressed for dinner and sat at his desk to write. His mind was still swirling with words and the only way to still them he knew, was to capture them on paper before they took flight elsewhere.

“Oh sweet Sheila, what have you unleashed in me.” a barely audible whisper as his fingers began to work the keys and pour forth the words her blood inspired.

A sudden knocking at his chamber door jolted him as he realized the time and that it was well past the usual dinner hour when the house had guests. “Come,” and at the command, Wendell appeared.

“Ms. Davis has only arisen from her nap recently and is dressed in the dining room awaiting your presence. She was most disappointed that I would not let her enter your Chambers herself.” With a small smile he made his departure to see to the evening meals preparations.

Victor saved and printed a fast draft of his afternoons work to bring with him to dinner. As he made his way down he realized he was excited to share his work with her. He’d not been excited about his work in years, not since his early years working with Samantha. As he turned the corner to the Dining Room he stopped short and smiled as her head turned and locked eyes with his.

She was beautiful and practically glowing as he again strode to meet her and kiss her hand. “You look beautiful. I trust you had a restful nap.” He could tel by the glimmer in her eye that there was still some residual euphoria from when he’d fed, he just hoped that she was past the giggling phase.

 

[Perplexia]

There was something so 17th century about the way he swept her in his arms and wrapped her up. It was swift, gallant, and of a gentleman demure that made her giggle more. She hadn’t felt this elated in ages. She was genuinely happy and without worry. Sheila was slightly light headed, and a bit overly euphoric, but at the moment nothing matter in the world.
Lying next to him on the bed gave her an overwhelming calmness. It took little to no time for her eyes to fall and her to dose off into a mystical world full of beautiful lights and colors. When she awoke he wasn’t there. She felt a bit of sadness and less euphoric then she was. But over all she felt as though nothing else mattered other than being in his arms once again.
This evening she dressed with care, even added a little bit of make up to her face. The guilt she had felt, it wasn’t gone. But she had mourned faithfully for over a year. Victor wasn’t like anyone she’d ever met, and together, well together they made magic happen with his writing and with her artwork. With what he was writing, she believed he would at least be mentioned for an award, if not clear out the podium.

But that’s not why they did it. They told the stories together, a team of one. Wow suddenly she felt herself getting a bit nostalgic. Shaking her head she smiled and went down stairs for dinner. He wasn’t there when she arrived, so she waited anxiously.

When he did arrive it was all she could do to stay seated and not tackle him. What an odd feeling she thought. When he kissed her hand the heat between her thighs started. Damn he was so much sexier then she remembered. These were the side effects of his bite of course. The ones she was oblivious to ever happening.

Sitting down she smiled , “Tonight I ordered us lobster, I hope you don’t mind.” She said watching him with a genuine smile. After dinner we can get started on the sketches you want me to work on.”

As they ate she smiled Her mind was filled with new inspiration, never had she felt so alive and so motivated to work. “Thank you, for everything” she said softly as dinner wound down. “I truly believe the work we do together will be epic in the world of graphic novels.”

 

[havinfun50]

He eased her into the table as she sat and took his own chair while laying the new manuscript between them. “Lobster sounds wonderful, though tonight I feel like I could eat a horse.” He smiled at his own joke knowing that she didn't quite realize how true the statement really was.

Wendell served the meal and the time passed quickly as they discussed their ideas and inspirations. Kernels of ideas blossoming into new and creative directions too quickly to record.

“Thank you, for everything. I truly believe the work we do together will be epic in the world of graphic novels.”

Victor looked into her eyes, “You’re welcome, but as long as what we are creating is epic to us, the rest will take care of itself.” It was the way he’d worked for the last several hundred years, be it as a writer, an explorer, a banker or a merchant, he always worked to please himself and let the rest fall into place. As a landowner in the old country it was different, but they were different times. A different mindset, and many of his brethren did not agree with the philosophy of adapt or die until it was too late.

He rose as the last of the service was cleared before them and took her by the hand, “Come, I have more words to share with you and you have more art to share with me.” He picked up the manuscript and took her by the arm to lead her to his study. “The evening is young and you have plans for tomorrow, let’s make the most of our time while we’re both flush with inspiration.”

 

[Perplexia]

Dinner as usual was divine, and the conversation was to be simply described as inspiring. Together they toggled ideas back and forth each adding to the others as if it was something they had been doing for years. The more they talked the more apparent it became that he did intend to keep working with her.

As he took her hand she couldn't help but blush a little. With his lead she followed him into the study. “no, I just wanted to take a break from drawing, I don’t have any plans per say. Just wanted to rest my mind, explore the place. It’s hard for me not to draw while i'm here but my hands aren't use to that much activity.

I thought perhaps I’d like to go into town, pick up some clothes, maybe take in a movie or something. Would you care to join me? She questioned.

 

[havinfun50]

Victor smiled as they entered his office/studio, “Perhaps I can join you for a movie in the evening, I’m afraid I already have several appointments tomorrow during the day.” She would learn eventually that he didn't go out during the day, but there was no need at the moment to highlight the fact that her request was way out of the realm of possibility.

He took a seat on the couch facing her easel and other artistic tools of the trade, “If you need a break from drawing we can read over the new manuscript tonight, or I can show you anything on the grounds you want to inspect more carefully. Allow you to see and truly experience some of the images you've captured as it were.” He gave her a wicked smile and imagined her strapped to the X in the dungeon that they’d seen earlier. Naked and helpless in her bonds, straining at the straps as both pleasure and pain wash over her body.

 

[Perplexia]

“I can show you anything on the grounds you want to inspect more carefully”
She smiled when he said this. “I’m growing rather fond of your tours” she voiced as she put up some of her sketches for him to view.

“I realize it’s only been a few days, but I’m growing rather fond of you as well.” As she said that she clamped her pussy walls together feeling that tinge of pain left from the wonderful fucking he’d given her. Never had she been so vulnerable and so excited at the same time.

“Victor, about earlier.. I've never done something like that so recklessly. I know that guys don’t like to go into semantics about stuff like that, but I want you to know I don’t regret it. At the same time, I don’t hold you to any future encounters or any commitment. I um..” she found that she didn't want to continue what she started.

“I um,, think this is one of the better sketches what do you think?” She questioned pointing to a complex drawing she had down showing the outside of the castle he’d described in his manuscript.

“I think another tour would be great.” She then added still avoiding the subject she’d brought up.

 

[havinfun50]

Victor smiled inwardly as she started and fumbled her words. Humans, their emotion were simultaneously the best and worst thing about them. Their passion and joy of life gave their blood strength, but also made them difficult at times to predict and control. It amused him to know that she thought she had any decision when it came to future encounters. She’d been bitten twice, the taste for him was in her as her taste was with him.

He took the drawing and looked at it quickly, he was not surprised, it was excellent. The castle was the center of his original family holdings, he didn't need to look closely to know how good it was, a single glance was enough. If he had not known better he would have sworn she had been there to capture it so accurately.

He held the drawing and lost himself in the memories it brought back, finally lifting his head to look upon her. “Passions of the blood run deep and hot, one can not always control them.” He averted his gaze to spare her embarrassment, “When they run hot they should be enjoyed thoroughly and never regretted. I too have no regrets.” He set the drawing on the table and looked again upon the pretty face framed by her crimson locks. “This is excellent by the way, it truly captures the spirit and essence of the stronghold.” He cleared his throat and extended his hand, “As far as a tour goes, all you have to do is ask. I’ll show you whatever you like.”

 

[Perplexia]

She was embarrassed, and perhaps a little disappointed at his response. No a little would be understating.. What they did, meant something to her. He meant something to her. But it was obvious it was simply a fleeting moment of lust for him. How silly she was.

Managing to hold her tears in, she spoke softly. "Thank you for your compliment on the drawings. However, after all i think i'm a bit tired, if you don't mind i think that i will retie for the evening. The sketches are here, feel free to sort through them and pick out which ones i should ink for your book.

If you like the castle i'll get started on that tomorrow instead of taking time off.
Excuse me.. she turned and bolted for the stairs as the tears started to fall from her eyes. Making it to her room she collapsed on her bed weeping. The door remained open for she didn't think to shut it.

She was being a silly female. How embarrassing. she hoped he hadn't noticed and just excepted that she was tired.

 

[havinfun50]

He sensed her mood shift but thought nothing of it as he was more surprised that she declined his offer of a tour. She seemed so keen to view more of the grounds just a moment ago, but he was slowly beginning to understand that predicting Sheila’s moods might be a skill quite beyond his abilities.

“As you wish,” he dropped his hand to his side as she made her way quickly out of the room. “I’ll look through these and we can go over them in the morning.”

Looking through the drawings he lost himself in memories of his ancestral home. So many of her sketches depicted scenes and places from his ‘youth,’ but what captured his imagination and his memories was the accuracy of the drawings. There was no way she could have ever seen these places, many of them didn't even exist in memory any more let alone in stone. Yet somehow she had created these images merely from his descriptions, and in the process brought his ancestral home to life.

His musings inspired more thoughts for the characters in his work, and he reluctantly set the sketches aside to make his way to his room to write. As he approached the top of the stairs he sensed overwhelming sadness and grief, the likes of which he’d not experienced in a long long time. Through Sheila’s open door he heard the unmistakable sound of sobbing. He entered quickly fearing she may be injured and came up short to find her lying face down on her bed. “What’s wrong? Are you alright, are you hurt?" Considering that the staff may have done something remiss, "Has someone on the staff hurt you? Talk to me, tell me what's wrong?”