Returning from work, he set the bag and his projects aside. Slipping the duster from his shoulder, he draped it at the back of his chair, changed into a casual attire, went to the kitchen, had a quick dinner and headed to his 'work' room, that he fondly referred to as the art room. Despite the fact that his bedroom wasn't much different.
All his beloved works were neatly arranged in varying sizes, based on different criterias as, medium/s used, theme, tone, style and so on.
Several palettes arranged on a table, littered with bottles and tubes of paint, three cups sitting at the center of the table held some of his several paint brushes.
Looking around the room, a smile crept up on his face. This was one of the very few places where he could be his true self without being judged. It was here, he could lose himself and not regret. It was here that he was vulnerable, but this was his solace.
The owner of a successful company, the master of his house, a polite son, a loved brother, an employer of hundreds, a devoted businessman , were some of the roles he played, each had its duties, for each he had responsibilities, trying to best all of them took a toll on him.
Where his family brought him joy amd relief, his work brought him under scrutiny.
While his mother forgave many of his slips and mistakes, the media broke down the smallest of his actions to derive his motives. On one hand he was loved on the other, he was judged.
Maintaining balance was hard for each day his impeccable reputation was at stake, but relishing all control and focusing solely on the canvas in front of him,allowing his mind to control every stroke of the brush, the depiction of his emotions using a mixture of colurs, brought him relief, and an odd sense of satisfaction.
But today was even better, for he was more eager to set to work, to continue working on her image. The doe eyed, brown haired beauty he saw at the city fair, but lost her sight soon enough as to remain unknown to her identity.
Her mere presence had grabbed his attention, it was as if the pulsing energy surrounding her, had called to him, her easy-going jovial attitude bringing smile to the face of ones around her.
He had wondered for days if it was mere attraction, or some momentary infatuation, but noticing the fact that she had made a lasting impression on his mind, he decided to do his feelings about her justice, by putting down his perspective of her on a canvas so that he could not only remember but also treasure the memory of the moment, with the hope that he would probably get to see her yet again.
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Hello dear readers,
For a while I had been debating, as to what should be done to the snatches of Romitri moments that made an impression on me, so I decided to put them down here.
This compilation, as the name suggests will consist of all Alternate Universe(AU) moments, mostly featuring romitri, or some other characters on occasion.
The chapters will either be inspired by promts or my ideas, some of which I might work to extend to multichapter fics in the near future, so make sure to recommended the chapters you like so I know what to work on next.
If you want cannon moments from the VA universe, make sure to go ahead and read my piece called 'Just Moments'.
I am also currently working on a divergent inspired VA fic called 'What I Live By' and worry not it has Romitri. ;)
If you have read this far, thank you!
I'd like to state that the updates for this piece would be short but frequent. Hope you enjoy, happy reading!
The characters all belong to Richelle Mead, the plot or set up would be mine.
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