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Emma smiled.
She was finally finished.
A painting covered in blues and greens, splashed with some yellows, glittered on the easel.
She studied it, her eyes marveling at her creation.
Even she, herself, who often denied any compliment given on her artwork, had to admit that it was her personal best.
She stared at it, contently.
"What are ya doing, Em?" asked a tall boy, with dark completion.
Emma smiled warmly at her friend.
"Finishing up a painting." she answered.
Lysander eyes wandered over to the easel.
He laughed.
"Brilliant! It's absolutely brilliant, Emma!"
She blushed, suddenly self conscious.
"It it doesn't mean anything particularly..I was just- just.. messing around with... and... You really think so?"
"Absolutely." he answered grinning. "It's gorgeous."
Emma giggled awkwardly.
Lysander was a bit of a big brother to her, and a fellow artist, and Emma was more than happy that he approved of it. At least aesthetically speaking.
She pulled a cover over it and pulled her stuff together, getting ready for her next class.
When she looked back up, and saw that Lysander had already drifted back over to the sculpture room, where the upper class menwere milling about until next period.
Long strands of her blond hair covered her eyes.
She sighed, and pulled it behind her ear.
"I really should get Aunt Julia to cut my hair." she muttered.
"I think it looks fine."
Emma turned around, and there stood the storm boy, in all his glory.
He smiled at her, and Emma's cheeks burned.
This is no time to be thinking like that, in a time like this!
She thought sensibly, but her heart told her otherwise.
Tancred, not noticing Emma's inner turmoil, glanced at the covered painting that had so intently captivated his best friend just moments ago.
"What's underneath?" he asked, a bit curious as to why anyone would cover up an artwork that was finished.
"Its...It's nothing."
He shrugged, but was the tiniest bit put out.
Just a bit.
After all, Lysander had seen it, and why didn't he have the right to look?
A breeze pulled back the strand she had just neatly tucked behind her ear and swirled around her.
The breeze stopped and Tancred studied her.
The annoying strand of hair was in her face again.
He laughed.
"See, looks better that way."
She smiled shyly.
Just then, the bell rang and the students crowded out, hurrying as much as they could.
One could not risk their weekends on an argument with Matron, or even Manfred, just because they were late.
Emma was caught in one of the waves, and before Tancred could pester about the painting any further, she was swept out by the art students.
Soon, only Tancred was in the room.
Lysander had already left, thinking the he'd meet up with Tanc later.
Tancred looked at the tan cover the blocked his view.
He glanced around, making absolutely sure no one was there.
He lifted it, slightly and gazed at the painting.
He smiled and let the cover fall back down.
He left the room smiling.
There, in the abandoned drawing room,
Next to the windows,
Sitting on an easel,
Covered by a tan-colored cover,
stood a painting of a certain storm boy gazing at the sky, as it rained a million drops of water.
I was feeling in a very Emma/Tancred mood and got all inspired. I've loved the series since I was like in 2nd grade, but I never got motivated to actually finish the series until... now. So, fighting my way through "THE SERIES CAN'T BE OVER" drama.
Hoping it made a believable Emma/Tancred moment. I love these two!