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She had to admit; she’d been expecting the place to reek of FEYSAND ( the name the group collectively called the two when they weren’t around; it was very endearing ). Instead, oil paints and canvas took up most of the scent profile, with undertones of Feyre’s natural smell and outside, the night jasmine in full bloom. “ Oh, good! Should I cover my eyes? I’d love to see the final product without spoiling it for myself. I LOVE being surprised. ” With both hands above her face, she began telling a story she believed Feyre would very much enjoy. “ You know, this one time, when we were children, Rhysand did the most wonderful thing for a birthday of mine. ”
† - † It was a reluctant night along, but Feyre was relishing in the chance to play around with the new oil paints gifted to her to relax after the hell the inner circle and her had gone through. Not even wanting to think about her sisters right now, Feyre took to distracting herself the best way she knew how. “It’s almost finished, you can look if you so desire.” With a soft smile, Feyre put down her aint brush, grabbing a small scrap of cloth to clean off her paint stained finger tips. “Did he just? You will have to tell me so I can tease him later.” With a wink and a medolic chuckle to herself, Feyre’s hands clasped over Mor’s wrists, gently dragging down her hands to reveal her perfect structure. “Do you like it?” She asked gently in reference to the painting.
