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being in the mere presence of madeline was enough to make kaia more nervous than she had any right to be, but painting her and making sure it was good enough for her standards? it was nearly impossible. even if she wasn’t shaky, the feat was too difficult for her. the fact that maddie herself seemed so concerned was enough to make her hide her face behind paint-stained hands. how was she supposed to do this? “i’m just… not normally like this, i’m not shy or quiet or anything like that.” she mutters, frustrated. her confession is silly, but she also doesn’t understand why she feels this way either. “it looks really bad, can we just scrap it?”
maddie had plenty of women become flustered by her, a testament that stroked her ego among other things, but whether kaia was actually just easy to make blush because that was her simple nature or because there was a possibility the princess was interested was neither here nor there. madeline flirted with whom she pleased but the instant the other person showed disinterest ( or even disgust ) she backed off immediately. ‘ oh are you --- ’ she starts, ‘ is it me ? ’ madeline gets up from her seat to come see the piece the princess has begun. ‘ i think it looks lovely. a little abstract, maybe impressionist, but still good. ’












