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"He needed a muse as she needed a companion."
It happened when he turned 16. His first camera. Or at least, the first camera set he'd learned to use, given to him by his adoptive father. It was like he was meant to be a Du Couteau, a noble family known for their natural talent in art. His adoptive sisters Kat and Cass, were his first muses. The three of them had a reputation together as siblings. Kat had a talent for carving, talented with knives. Cass was a designer, traveled anywhere she could reach and dreamt to see the world. And he, Talon had a passion for Photography. He had an eye for settings and uniqueness. Together, the three of them create images sold to their father's acquaintances. Katarina makes a setting, Cass designs the clothes both of them model and Talon takes the picture. The frames they used for the pictures were hand-crafted by Kat. The sisters modeled Cassiopeia's clothing in the beautiful british tea party setting. The older sister's red hair was tied into a bun, Cass' brown hair was curled.
They all loved each other dearly and the youngest brother cherished their moments in his own way. With every click of the camera, a memory was preserved and so did his heart grow fond of what he was doing. He was finally part of a family and he buried the life that he once knew. A life with less beauty and art surrounding him, his hobby was nothing but pickpocketing and fighting to survive.
He wanted to forget that time he almost killed a child who stole from him, desperate to fill his stomach with the little food he had. Now, every meal he had was a feast. And he'd hoped for the best that the people who found the child took care of him more than what he deserves. His childhood was a nightmare.
But now the horror he had to face had another name- highschool and he had to survive 'til college and he would study the course he always wanted. So he waited. And while he did, he suffered. Society, change and schoolworks was in the way of his future so he did his best to walk through it. He was different. Different from the other boys in his school. While they were always outside, flirting with other girls, he searched for a muse. They were labelled as "Jocks" and "Varsities" while he was just a plain loner and had little to no friends. He worked alone but it never bothered him. What did bother him was how others treated him. An outcast, a sore thumb, a spoiled rat, an orphan. He was called many things but they did worse to other people.
Like this one girl other students call crazy. A "tree hugger", a loser and a loner like he was. Unlike him, she was smart. Like in academics "smart". She was in the chess club, wore glasses and liked birds. She was almost a tad bit more weird than he was. Especially her violet hair, her golden eyes and nerdy wardrobe choice. She had friends. "Had". He could tell she was loyal. Often seen behind the popular blondie, Luxanna. But always, always ignored by people.
Until one day he saw her sitting on a bench beside a bird fountain, writing something on the journal she always carried. They were at the far back side of the school when he decided to take pictures of the part of the school where no one usually goes to. He had to admit, she looked nice when bathed in sunlight. It made her slightly tanned skin stand out amongst the dark hues of her clothing. The blue vest she wore under a white blouse as a top and the checkered skirt she was wearing contrasted the trees behind her. And as if on cue, a small bird landed on the fountain and she tilted her head to see the bird chirping at her. And she smiled. Perhaps the brightest smile he had seen and his instincts told him to capture this moment. He scrambled for the camera hanging on his neck and his fingers shook to press the button. And she stopped talking to the bird and looked right at the lens, lips parted in shock. He took it. The violet-haired girl reacted, putting back her journal into her satchel and charged at him. Damn she was fast. And he turned and ran as quickly as he can, the grass rustling underneath his feet. He heard her scream.
"HEY!"
She was clearly not happy.
He sprinted for his life, into the tracking fields where there are less people in his way. A lot of heads turned to the loner running for his life, being chased by another loner who was labelled insane.
"Oops, he must've stolen her library card."
"Or broke her chess board."
The cheerleaders of Valoran Creek whispered and the others laughed.
"TAKE THAT BACK!"
The insane girl shouted at him, and as he started to tire, she lunged at his back, bringing them both down, she rolled a few times away from him before she gathered her feet and walked towards the blue-hooded man on the ground. She grabbed his shoulder and rolled his body to face her.
"What the fuck is your problem, mister!"
She said, staring at his hazel eyes with her golden ones. His eyes widened. Her eyes were golden. It wasn't the sun's reflection in his camera. It was real. She wasn't wearing contacts. She wore glasses so it means they are real.
She wet her lips realizing what she'd done. "Please delete it, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have panicked like that."
He's been pulled up by both of her hands. They were soft, suprisingly.
He was still in shock, after seeing gold in someone's eyes. She kept babbling about things he probably didn't hear until she said, "I'm sorry I broke your camera, I'll replace it I promise. I'll let you keep the the picture, please just don't take a picture at me like that! Please." Her brows furrowed in confusion and took a few steps back and turned to run and avoid contact with other people's eyes. He moved finally, his eyes following the girl. Her short violet hair bouncing as she ran away. He adjusted his backpack and looked at his camera. It wasn't that broken, just that its screen was cracked into a few pieces. He looked at the picture again. Gold. Her golden eyes, violet hair, unusual wardrobe choice, the journal, the bird, the bird fountain, the trees, the bench and her softened face in the afternoon light. She looked beautiful.
There was a glint that cought his eye on the grass. A small part of him was excited and a bit giddy. This was another opportunity for him to see her again. He bent down and picked the thing up.
She forgot her glasses.
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Note: Forgive me for the lack of words and convince me to male another chapter instead of wrapping this up to a one-shot.