The artists' Muse
 

A one on one between myself and Ink Dragon Rosetta . Please be respectful. (18+)

http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/...pcmaniac88.jpg - Aiako, older then time ( is a god, but thought to be a goddess) The Muse -Played by Me


http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/a...in/Fanart2.jpg
Michael Essie, 22 -played by Rosetta


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Aiako was standing in the cherry garden of some yard. He wasn't sure who it belonged to but it was rather pretty so he had often stopped by to see it. Never once having met the owner of such beauty. From time to time he'd get a glimpse of someone who seemed to be painting or drawing something, of what it was the person drew, Aiako hadn't known. Having never spoken to the person before. Gods and humans don't really mix well. For one, Aiako was only to help humans, not let them know of his existence. Sure He got lonely, but then again when one looked so young and girlish as he did, people often miss take him for a female human. The torments of never aging and given a body that is delicate. Watching the cherry blossoms had become a good pass time for him, his kimono fluttering in the wind along with his dark black hair, causing his paled skin to stick out even more.

Michael Essie had hit a slump. He'd never done too bad as an artist, and had squeaked out a living thanks to his manager, but lately, there was nothing. Nothing caught his interest enough to make him want to show the rest of the world. It didn't matter what media he tried, sketching, painting, photography, the feeling just wasn't there. He'd been trying to fix it, and had decided to go back to basics.
He was going to paint something he could see directly.
Which led him here, an old studio, with cherry trees in back. They were in bloom, and he thought it'd be good to capture their image. He'd just set down his easel, mixed his paints, and started on the background, when, looking up, he saw someone. His eyes opened wide, and he quickly stood up, going to the door. Who was that?

Aiako gave a small smile as he held out a hand letting the cherry blossoms fall right into his hand before holding it close and then letting it go, his dark eyes shined in the oncoming sunlight as he let out a peaceful sigh. This was a good escape, no care in the world. And as far as he knew, no one to bother him...though, taking a peek at the house, hoping to glimpse at the man he'd seen before. Aiako saw the board for painting up and ready, His head tilting to the side Slightly as he allowed his hand to drop down, trying to figure out why the stand was facing this way (drawing wise..) and where the artist was...His long dark hair dancing to the side of his head due to the wind. Having pulled it up into a traditional due. "hmn...I wonder if he saw me while setting that up?" he wondered allowed...Maybe if he said a small hello, nothing would go wrong?

Michael had at first just wondered who it was, and how they'd gotten here. From his place at the door, he couldn't make out a whole lot, so he decided to actually speak. "Hey there." he called, to get their attention. Though, once he had, his eyes widened in surprise. "Don't move." he called excitedly, rushing back to his easel and picking up where he'd left off. He quickly got the trees and petals in place, before starting on the figure. Whoever it was had just looked stunning, set in the cherry blossoms like that, and Michael felt he had to paint them. Now, if they only didn't move.

When the male spoke, Aiako shifted his gaze to them guy, raising his eye brows as he heard the words. 'don't move'. And so he held still. Sure he'd wanted to say hi, but this might end up being better. When whatever it was the guy was doing was over, he'd take his leave. Or at least attempt to. This persona was rather Interesting. Maybe because he'd asked a complete stranger to hold still while he drew, sketched. Whatever it was he was doing, him. Oh well. At least Aiako could have some fun for a little bit..

Michael finished the painiting, sighing as he did so. He'd missed this, being creative. He set the canvas in the drying room, so that it wouldn't be disturbed, then went out to visit his model. "Hello there, um... you can move now." he said, feeling awkward. He'd just commanded this person without bothering to ask anything of him. But inspiration had struck, and he'd wanted to finish it.

Aiako let out a sigh when the other finished, his head hanging forward as he let his muscles relax a bit. while the other was away doing whatever with the painting, Aiako had turned back to watching the cherry blossoms, jumping slightly when the others voice sounded again. "ah..Okay." he said with a small smile as he turned back to face the other male. "I'm Aiako..." he said with a nod to the male.

Michael came over to him, noticing for the first time just how small this mysterious person in his studio's garden was. "Nice to meet you, I'm Michael. Would you... like to come in? Maybe sit down?" he asked, a bit unsure. He new that models who stood for a picture, whether sketching or painting, tended to get tired after standing their for all that time. Michael hadn't even been too quick with his painting, as he'd spent time getting the blossoms on the trees, and on the ground, as well as in the air. "Perhaps, some tea?" he continued to offer, wanting to thank this person who became his model in every way possible.

Aiako gave a light grin as he gave the umbrella a small spin in his hands. "You know...I wouldn't mind that...but if I go in, You'll find it hard to get me to leave." he said with a look in his eyes that hinted a little seduction. "I mean, Its not like I have anywhere else I have to go." he sighed. Aiako was a god for pet sake! Screw what the others said, he was going to do what he wanted to do..and right now, he wanted to talk to someone..to have some kind of life other then wondering around to pop idea's into peoples heads...Sure he'd just done it with this fella, but that hadn't really been him. It was the own guy who chose to paint him.

Michael blinked. Was Aiako... flirting with him? Not that he hadn't flirted before, it's just that Michael was completely sure of his own sexuality. Things like that got blured together as an artist. That, and he wasn't totally certain of Aiako's gender to begin with. But, okay, if this little one wanted to play, Michael wouldn't mind someone fun in his life. "That's fine with me." he said, smiling a little as headed back for the building. He went into the kitchen, starting the kettle and prepping two mugs of tea. It'd be ready in a few minutes, and he looked into the sitting room for a window. "Feel free to sit down if you're tired." he offered.