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At least part of the rumours appeared to be true. Yannick suddenly felt utterly out of place, wearing his grey comfortable jeans, navy chequered tweed jacket and red beret. This woman's presence and her words made him feel so...common. Her gaze seemed to pierce straight through his soul, seeing all that he was and giving him the urge to tell her the truth and nothing more. The moment she bared her fangs, he felt a reflexive shiver go down his spine. She was truly a vampire. His instincts told him to hit her and make a run for it, but he was wise enough to repress that urge. As he looked at her for a while, he in turn drank in her appearance. Vampires had always had the strange effect of making him feel attracted yet repelled to them. He felt slightly uncomfortable in their presence yet loved to study their appearances. Especially their eyes distinguished them from ordinary humans. For while their body was usually young, their eyes betrayed their true age and the things they had seen to him. Madame de Sauveterre herself was no doubt beautiful. The soft line of her jaw, her pale skin, her striking eyes which seemed not quite blue, nor grey, nor green. It would be a challenge to find the right colour for that. Her red hair and artfully modelled lips made her appearance even more interesting. Her words reminded him of the impulsiveness of his action, almost making him start to doubt himself. But still, Madame de Sauveterre remained friendly. Between the lines, she seemed to dare him: You want me to look at you? Make me. Yannick pushed aside his feeling of discomfort and decided that he would, or go down trying.

Without a second thought, he guided her towards the Oude Meesters. Their footsteps echoed through the hallways, where apparently the children were no longer present. His voice betrayed his passion and love for the subject as he talked to Madame de Sauveterre as they strolled. "My main source of inspiration, or rather, my guideline and role model is the work of the Oude Meesters of the Hague School and those of the Golden Age. Their way of painting, it is an art in itself. Creating the paint themselves and patiently waiting for it to dry. Months, or even years it would take. They put their love, heart and soul in their works. It's true craftsmanship. And then I haven't even started about their influences, themes and the beauty in their work. Now you should not laugh nor think that I'm living in the wrong age, Madame. I can assure you that their work is as relevant as ever. After all, craftsmanship is what a lot of people crave these days. The carpenter, the shoemaker, the hatter. It's all again so fashionable and trendy these days. People finally start to realize that in this day of industrial design and production, only real craftsmanship preserves the love and joy in its work." As they reached the halls with the art of the old masters, Yannick had started to point out some of his favourites and inspirational sources, pointing out the use of colour, Claire obscure and different themes, forgetting in his enthusiasm that of course she already knew all this. His eyes were staring into the distance, a blissful expression painted on his face. His thoughts seemed far away as he halted for a moment to catch his breath. "I would not dare claim that I'm on the same level of these masters, Madame. However, I'm a student of them and I'm trying to capture the world in the same vision they had. Of course, I'm not trying to copy them exactly. I paint people and events and the problems of this time. For what is the artist if not a mirror to society?"

Then he finally turned to her, his eyes shining confidently and filled with passion. "I can understand that my words would not be enough to convince you, Madame, nor would it be fair to the other artists that have sought your attention in... the common way." A sly smile crossed his face for a moment before he continued. "So if you'd do me the honour, I'd be more than willing to show you the truth in my words by portraying you. Of course, it'd take quite a while and you'd have to model for me and in the end there is the possibility that you wouldn't like my work that much after all. But there's also a chance that if you're willing to give me this opportunity, I'd be able to proof to you that there was no falsehood in my words and you could be the one who unleashed the revival of the Haagse School together with me. Are you with me, Madame de Sauveterre?" His smile was gone now, a serious but determined expression on his face as he held out his hand to her. Patiently waiting for his potential partner to make up her mind.

Sorry for the very late reply: Real life stuff and I almost finished my cs ^_^ Only some details left to polish but then I'll submit it to you!

I know right! At the moment when you finally realized that not all stories have a happy ending, and that not all stories are supposed to. I must admit that I haven't seen that one, yet. I'll check it out once I have some free time :3 College is killing me already though. I'm in my second year and my (Indian) professor for early modern Indian history literally said to us: "You don't need to worry about your essay, as long as you spent every day from 9 am to 9 pm in the library, studying and researching. So it'll be fine" X__X She's really sweet... but sorry... I don't think I'm able to do that, lol.

Okay, so far for complaints. Would you mind if I invite some friends to take a look at this rp? :)

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