Disclaimer: I don't own any original characters from The Patriot.
Author: Arwiona
Chapter: Chapter 1
Colors of the Soul
Chapter 1
There I was again. Week after week, I found myself in that exact spot, in front of that same portrait. Being in the museum was nothing new to me. I went there often, be it to cool off, lift my spirits, or just...be. I loved to surround myself with art. Art that showed the depths of the painters soul. Art that spoke to me in a new way every time. Art that touched my spirit so that I felt I would cry, laugh, or both. And that was what drew me to this portrait. Someone had once told me that the eyes were the window to the soul. In fact I'd heard that more than once. I'd found that it was true, and somehow the artist had managed to capture this man's soul. In keeping with the saying, through the man's eyes. Deep, emerald eyes looked out into the distance, as if he were truly looking out on something. Perhaps someone. Somehow, in adding the green color to the eyes, the artist also conveyed a spark for life... a hunger for adventure... a curiosity for new things... But I also saw a deep sorrow. It was as if the young man had suffered loss. A loss that no words could convey. And somehow the painter had captured even that.
Several times I'd told myself I was crazy. A painting could not convey that kind of emotion. A fact that was supported all the more by the fact that I saw these emotions in a pair of painted eyes. Was what I saw, merely what I wanted to see? I suppose that was often the case... But if that was true, then maybe it was a part of my brain that was just giving me what I needed. Some form of comfort and a get away of the monotony that life could and often did become. But I couldn't really classify my life as monotonous. Between school, art classes, and the craziness I always came home too... No, I could not claim my life was boring. My mother made sure of that.
I glanced at my watch, a sigh escaping my lips. Time to go... But the portrait almost held me there. I chuckled to myself. An inanimate object, rooting me to the floor. Yep, my earlier assessment of craziness wasn't far off. I turned on my heel, still looking over my shoulder at the painting. I finally tore my eyes away from the masterpiece. But when I turned around, I found myself still looking into deep emerald eyes. I shook my head, to make sure I wasn't actually going crazy. But no... I wasn't crazy.
Only... this time, the deep green eyes were fixed on me.
A/N: I was looking through my last fanfic and this one. I found out that I really didn't like how the first chapter had turned out. I realize I shortened it a lot, but think of it as a better introduction to Lina. I figured maybe this would be a show of her passion for the painting... If you already read the original first chapter I'm sure you can imagine who she's run into. Anyway, I'll stop babbling. Haven't been on fanfic in a REALLY long time. I missed it! Thanks for reading though...
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