Study of Anatomy (For Lexxicon)

[Kaido]

Someone once said that beauty lays everywhere in this world. From a baby bird learning to fly. To a babbling brook in the fall. For many centuries, people had tried to capture these moments or senses. At first it was drawings on a walls. Then it was words on a piece a paper. You can capture all of these with many different forms.

At a college and a normal size town. There were offering some live modeling art classes. You can come in and draw the human body. There was a lovely young man standing on a stage that let the artiest see every angle of him. He stood at five feet, ten inches tall. With a mid build body. With long platinum blond hair reaching down his back. Sapphire blue eyes sparkling in the light. He was totally expose. Covering nothing. He stood there proudly in a prideful pose. He look like a god from ancient Greece.

[Lexxicon]

The alarm clock roared to life as if suddenly awoken from a horrendous nightmare, and it's incessant tune startled it's owner to a similar rude awakening. Nathan Kern only took the time to groan after smacking the clock into silence, then noticing the mixture of paints on his arm. He had fallen asleep on the table, again, on top of his latest painting, again, and now only fifteen minutes stood between him and the live nude class he had signed up for. Bones cracking with misuse, he stood up and stretched to the full height of his six foot two frame, he didn't have the time to move at his preferred slower pace this morning.

Twelve minutes later, he was on his way to the class with his short brown hair still wet and his 'this is only going to get dirty so I don't give a crap' clothes that were surprisingly clean for once. In his arm he carried his case of charcoals, the black chalk-like writing utensil being his tool for the day. He would never admit it, but he considered himself a nature artist, and therefore was generally preoccupied with landscape, foliage, and creature pieces. The 19 year old college sophomore was painfully out of practice when it came to the human form, and to rectify it he had enrolled in the free live nude class.

Nathan arrived at the class's location, going in and setting himself up at an easel before bothering to survey the room and his subject. The only thing he noted about the room was the near emptiness, but he noticed quite a bit about his subject. First there was the homage to ancient Greece, a love of the art work that was the human body and the belief that nakedness was merely rightfully showing that beauty. And the man that stood on the platform surely rivaled Adonis in looks. And then, said beauty's brilliant blue eyes and hair that Nathan bet plenty of women envied. He was, in esscense, the perfect subject of the male form. And if he wasn't an artist meant to stare with his unwavering light brown eyes so that he could memorize and learn, he would surely have appeared weird in his trance like attention to the model. Yet, unlike any professional artist, he hadn't even picked up his first piece of charcoal.

(( Oops, kinda long winded, sorry about that. ))
(( Make that entirely long winded :'D))

[Kaido]

((It's fine.))

The model continued to stand there, not moving a muscles. From what his body can tell you. He had done this live nude modeling before. For in fact he has. This was his income. At first he was shy, but with time. He grown used to it and doesn't mind being in his birthday suit in front of dozens. There was no sign of fat anywhere on his body. So that meant that he kept himself in shape. The expression on his face screams 'I am here, and here's my body. paint away!'.

The other artist that were in the room were sketching how the envision him through their eyes. Some used paint, some used pencils, and some was sculpting him with clay. Everyone was using some form of art in their own special way. Yet while standing there. From the corner of his eye. He looks down at Nathan. Noticing that he has yet not done anything. So he shot him a quick smile. As a mutely way to say 'go on ahead. You'll do great.'.After looking at him for a moment or two. He went back to having that serious look on his face.

[Lexxicon]

It was captivating really, the model's entire body expressing a lack of self consciousnesses, not at all uncomfortable with a dozen pairs of eyes exploring every detail of his naked flesh. Nathan couldn't imagine being comfortable with that, he wasn't all that embarrassed of his body but nonetheless had no wish to be showing it off like a peacock flirting for a mate.

The art student's train of thought was disrupted as the lithe model smiled encouragingly towards him, a momentary lapse in the controlled expression and pose that was meant only for Nathan. A blush crept into his cheeks, realizing that he hadn't been the least bit productive and even the model had noticed his over the top staring. Looking down to his paper canvas immediately, Nathan envisioned what he was going to create for a second before cradling the piece of charcoal between his fingers. For him to capture the utter beauty of this model, to set down the lines and curves of his immaculate form so as to preserve the moment for decades to come, it was thrilling.

He chewed on his lower lip, concentrating on his work as his eyes switched between subject and canvas. First he outlined the basic shape of the nude man, getting everything in basic proportion and place before starting with the actual detail work.

[Kaido]

Time flew by as the artiest draw the model that stood before them. Each one of them focusing on one part of his body. Wither it be his eyes, his hair or his body. They were free to create whatever they wanted with him and he doesn't care. He had always had good looks. Even as a child. But that doesn't mean he had a happy one. For he felt like he was always being used by his mother to gain riches or things she wanted. Doing nude modeling made him feel like he was free from that. It was his body now and will do what he wants. Yet there was one artist that he had eye on. Nathan.

For he felt like he was different from the others. He couldn't explain it, but he just did. So while he was looking. The model would look at him for a second. The go back to the face that he had on earlier.

[Lexxicon]

Hours slid by unnoticed as he worked, the charcoal drawing coming to life as Nathan worked from the head down. Innocently he skipped the detail of the model's package below the belt and continued on, jumping down to the feet and continuing up. He couldn't help but imagine his hands exploring the model's body in the infinite way his eyes already had. A tinge of red painting his pale cheeks as he struggled to keep his thoughts clean.

When he would look up, he occasionally caught the model's eye, as if the other were looking at the artist in between keeping his pose. Such moments nearly took Nathan away, such brilliant orbs of light taking an interest in himself. It was a feeling he had never experienced, as if their eyes danced a tango before the two had even ever spoke.

And then, the class was nearly over, most of the other artists were packing up their things or putting on the finishing touches. But not Nathan, he was too immersed in his work and fascinated with the model to notice or care. Besides, all he had left to finish was the area of the model's hips, and he already knew it would be increasingly hard to keep his imaginings pure as he drew that.

[Kaido]

By the time class was over. All the other artist had left and packed up to go home. The model thought that everyone had left, but then he notice that Nathan was still around. Inside he was glad that he was still behind. For he thought that he was a nice looking young man. So he continued to pose. Besides, this was the last class of the day. So no one would com in and bother them. He couldn't see as to what he was sketching, but he wonder just what he was seeing. It made him very curious.

[Lexxicon]

The next thing he knew, all the others had left and he was alone in the room with the model. Noticing thus, he felt slightly awkward for the silence and let out a, "Lovely weather we're having, eh?" before he could stop himself. Not really expecting an answer, he looked up to offer his subject a hopeless grin before returning his nose to the canvas.

Nathan was working on the shading, using his hands as opposed to a tortillion to push the charcoal into varying shades of grey. His little finger circled the tip of the drawing-model's penis, again bringing a blush to his cheeks and a flutter in his gut as he couldn't help but imagine using his fingertips to ghost along the real life version across the room.

(( I'm sorry about my replies taking so long today, it seems as though everytime I go to reply something else comes up that I need to do D: Busy busy day... ))

[Kaido]

((It's fine. We all got a life.))

When he heard the last remaining artist speak. He was surprise to hear one talk to him. Since he started to do all this. He was never asked anything. They talked to their peers, but not to him. It did make him feel a little lonely. Yet he kept that inside. So he smiles for a sec and looks at him. "Quite. I think it's a nice day." he said in a warm gentle voice. Just listening to him makes you feel like you are in a safe place.

[Lexxicon]

Nathan looked up from his work as he heard the model speak, nodding at the words before feeling obliged to continue the conversation. This was, after all, another human being with his own life- quite the contrast to the inanimate objects and animals he was used to having as subjects. The model was a person, a beautiful one at that, and Nathan wanted to treat him as such.

"What's your name? I'm Nathan, uh, pleased to meet you." He wasn't sure how one was meant to introduce themselves to a nude model, meeting another person while they're stark naked and you're drawing their privates wasn't entirely well mannered. However, any awkwardness the artist felt was forgotten in the midst of finalizing his piece and being able to talk to the walking god of looks. Despite the full front of his attention being glued to the model, he hid it under the pretense of the canvas artwork between them, as if he was still generally focused on his drawing.