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[OOM: Artist's block]

Santino opened the door to the bar, this time without the pleasant automobile awaiting him at the curb visible behind him. Dressed somewhat in his usual thoroughfare- black suede pants, polished black shoes. Crisp collard shirt, top two buttons undone. For once, sans his iconic leather jacket or any of it's deritives. Hair slightly longer than usual, though much shorter than it previously had been. A slightly different style, tonight.

Santino ordered himself a red wine and several glasses, somehow managing to balance these on the journey to his selected table. Out in the open, highly visible and with more than one empty chair welcome to be filled.

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Her eyes cloud for a moment - a streak of across his cheek, smeared slightly.



She smiles softly. "You need something to inspire you, Salvatore. Feelings."



Her fingers tap lightly along the back of his hand - dizziness, joy, dancing, sunshine, love.

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He smiled, glancing at his hand as the sensations emenated outwards.

"I do."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Well," she replies, expression quietly thoughtful. "We are just going to have to find you something."

Something simple - the tug, the pull of something greater than yourself - something wonderful.

[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

He smiled, leaned forwards, lips against her temple: "I should like to paint you, some time."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Me?" another quick and skeptic glance, cheeks persistently flushed. "Why?"

Her gaze creeps back, helplessly curious.

"How, exactly, does one get painted?"

[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

"One sits, or stands, and the painter makes an image of them."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Oh," she tugs absently at the edges of her skirt. "That does not seem too difficult at all."

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"I fear I am not a terrific painter, but, I would do my best."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"I do not need spectacular things," she replies with a smile. "So you should not worry."

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"But everyone prefers a good portrait to a bad one." He said with a calm expression, tinged with a smile.

"I fear I should be going soon." Regret.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Well, I do not have any portraits to compare it to." A quick, bright grin. "So we should be just fine."

"That is alright," she wrinkles her noise mildly. "I should probably be at the river anyhow."

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He ran a finger down her nose. "Be well, Lethe. I will speak to you again soon."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

It scrunches a bit more at the touch and she laughs quietly.

"Of course," another tight hug. "You as well."

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Santino hugged her back, then finally disengaged from the lapful of Nymph.

He gave her a final smile, then went out the door.