My New Muse

[DaddyO]

OOC: David West. 46 years old. 5'9". 170 pounds. Grey hair. Grey eyes.


IC:



It had been three years since I picked up a paintbrush. I didn't think I would ever paint again.


My reputation in the art world had never been higher. Still, there was the inevitable question.

When will we see something new?

They all knew why I stopped painting, of course. I lost my wife in a car accident. She wasn't only my life partner. She was my muse.


She was barely eighteen when I met her. She came to one of my early shows. The reviews were luke-warm. My technique was admirable, they all agreed, but my work lacked a certain passion.

That's when Maeve walked in. Our eyes met. We went home together that very night. I took her to my studio, and without speaking a word she let her clothes drop to the floor. I painted her, and when I was finished we made fiery love.

Our daughter was conceived that very night. And for the next fifteen years we followed the same wonderous pattern.

Then I lost her. I tried to carry on as best I could, but the truth was I was an empty shell of a man.

My daughter watched me crumble. She wanted to help, but she didn't know how.

She just turned eighteen. I asked her what she wanted for her birthday.

Her request stunned me.

"I want you to paint me, Daddy," she said. "Just like you used to paint Mom...."

 

[Kissing_fire2]

occ: Mind if i join ass the daugther ??

Sarah West green eyes brown hair.


icc:
it was my eigthteenh birthday and i should been happy about it but looking at my dad and seeing him so sad made myself sad to.
I missed my mother but dad missed her more he had painted her
all these years she had been his muse in a way.
My father had asked what i wanted as a gift and i could only think of one thing that would make him happy i smiled at him and said "I want you to paint me, Daddy," "Just like you used to paint Mom...."

 

[DaddyO]

David West

I didn't know what to say. I just looked at Sarah as if I were seeing her for the first time. It was like I had gone back in time.

She looked so much like her mother. But the more looked, the more differences I saw. Sarah had strengths of her own.

I tried to think of her as an artist rather than a father. If she walkied in the room as someone elses daughter, would I want to paint her?

The answer was yes. I wanted to paint again. The Muse had been reborn.

There was one problem, though.

"Look around, Sarah," I said. "See how I painted you mother...."

I hoped she understood what I was getting at. I only painted Maeve one way.

Nude.

 

[Kissing_fire2]

Sarah

"Look around, Sarah," dad said. "See how I painted you mother...." I looked at all the painting and blushed a bit my mtoher had been a beautiful woman , then i nodded to him as i understood what i meant"I know..but i can try only to be a model for awhile.. i dont mind it.. " I said and blushed i had never really been naked infront of any men before, of course i had boyfriends but i never had done anything eles than kissed or hugged them.
I looked at my father whit pleading eyes "please let me do this just once to make you happy again, it would be a greate birthdaygift"

 

[DaddyO]

David

I went over to my daughter and put my arms around her. We hugged fiercely, and I felt myself overwhelmed by her love. I couldn't help myswelf. I lost control. Tears started flowing from the corners of my eyes. Sarah was crying too.

But it was somehow a good feeling.

"Are you sure about this, sweetheart?" I asked. Sarah could only nod.

I saw a trace of fear in her eyes, but also a strong sense of determination.

It made my decision easy.

"Alright, Sarah, I'll paint you," I said. "Now why don't you take off your clothes. Show Daddy your beautiful body..."