Jordi Feliu aka Jordi Ezquerra Feliu (Spanish, b. 1952, Barcelona, Spain) - Landscape-12 Â Mixed Media on Cotton Canvas
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Jordi Feliu aka Jordi Ezquerra Feliu (Spanish, b. 1952, Barcelona, Spain) - Landscape-12 Â Mixed Media on Cotton Canvas
  â  thalassa shell ? so thatâs what this is called...  â  itâs the peculiar gradient that captivates her attention. naminĂ© turns it between her fingers to appreciate every angle of it.  â  your people, back at the island... they have many legends, donât they sora ?  â @choseheart ⥠â ed
    â howâs one meant to grow when walls keep caving in ? â // lyric starter for @pranelisâ ( camp adventure - delta sleep ).
  â  you head for the window instead, roxas,  â  despite the meaning, naminĂ© knows she displays an uncertainty of sorts. sheâs experienced feeling to be trapped, and so did he. â  or... make an opening yourself.  âÂ
  â  you have very delicate features, almost doll-like,  â  as someone with the perception of an artist, naminĂ© isnât shy to compliment the girlâs beauty.  â  i think youâd make a pretty portrait practice, would you let me draw you someday ?  â @sacrificul ⥠â ed
  â  how is it ? living alongside the beach ?  â  she sets her sketchbook aside when he enters, leaving her unfinished piece to await her.  â   island water tends to be crystalline... or so iâve read. i assume every day mustâve felt like a vacation.  â @prevalis ⥠â ed
I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void.
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      â Have I ever drawn anythingâŠ? â Lips purse as she crosses her arms, brows furrowing slightly as though she were trying to recall when she had the free time to do so. A lot happened in her time with the Organizationâ the only time of leniency she recalled was during their one day vacation. âI think the most Iâve done was simple things when writing daily reportsâŠâ
  â  would you like to try ?  â  her sketchbook is offered along the suggestion, tenderly smiling to signal it was okay for her to do so. who knows, some people didnât know about hidden talents unless they gave it a try.  â  itâs rather relaxing. besides, you get to see different sights every day, itâd be nice if you drew them, that way youâll never forget them.  â
namine draw me
like one of my french girls ??
  â  is it burdening ? being royal, i mean,  â  her inquiry is slow and borderline wary, for she was more than unsure as to how to refer to him. your highness ? your majesty ? should she bow ?  â  ah, sorry, i donât... mean to pry.  â @astralvain ⥠â ed
â sorry for interrupting you! it's just that you were so deeply engrossed in your drawing... I couldn't help but want to take a peek. â
  judging by the deer-caught-in-headlights look sheâs wearing when her head snaps up, you can tell sheâs surprised. her expression softens at the womanâs words, and thereâs something about her that reminds naminĂ© of a flower in eternal bloom.
  â  ah ! i tend to do that⊠ â  she trails off with a smile, bashful and thankful for the curiosity.  â  itâs not finished yet, but i think itâs almost getting there⊠i hope you like it.  â
  â  i can tend your injury.  â  bloodâs scandalous and downright ugly. naminĂ© thinks of this when she eyes him, less scared than she should be, digging her fingers on her arm.  â  if... if that bloodâs even yours.  â @drizzyup ⥠â ed
  inevitably, the sight of him makes her think. despite the lingering sense of shame, naminĂ© does look at him in the eye. still, she can only look straight to those turquoise irises for so long before sheâs reminded of sunsets and seasalt, turning bittersweet.   â  correct me if iâm wrong, but... you seem a bit tired.  â  her deduction is tentative; maybe appearances could be playing tricks on her. @ofwalkingdawn ⥠â ed
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Nothing chains a heart to heart, If youâd like to leave.
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