#xjasper

His shoes clicked over the marbled flooring as he did his best to follow the directions on one of the papers he was offered as he enrolled and soon he was walking comfortably by a long corridor, assuming he has made it to the direction he needed to be by to made it to his first class.

Jasper being whom he is, particular about his tastes, fashion and unapologetic ways, wasn’t surprised that as he passed said corridor full of people around his age, that they started to talk, forming a unison of hushed voices, rushing stares towards his person as they avoided him the next second when noticing him looking and all he could do was lightly smirk. In part in shyness, but also pride. He did sort of liked to cause a impression and to have his fashion sense appreciated. Blue hair dyed and cut by himself which always took him at least half a day to perfect, a mix of pieces both for females and males that combined into whatever core of aesthetic he tried to convey and accessories that usually went with one the other. Star earrings, with one chaining up by his ear to another piercing, a moon ring and even at times clips if feeling particularly cute, which wasn’t the case on this day, but he surely would use sooner or later.

He bowed to those by the corridor, wanting to be polite and dropped his smile as he rested his back by the door he’d have class on soon enough. He’d also would like to have somewhere to be between classes instead of being a wallflower, even if to seat alone if that came to be the case -- if not making friends, which wouldn’t be surprising, but for the sake of not getting late to class or lost while he didn’t knew the place he felt it was best he played it safe.

While his eyes now were the one studying the feature of other students around, he took notice of the hungry stares another student sent his way -- or at least there seemed to be interest? and rose one eyebrow. As if to inviting her to come on over and tell her what she meant to say, to have the courage to tell whatever was on her mind to his face instead of just murmuring like the pack of hyenas around them.

After soaking up the sun rays and watching the golden sphere fade beneath the horizon, the second half of Corinth’s plan commenced. “Race you too the pool--or would you prefer the bar first?” Luckily, both were nestled right beside each other so the decision wasn’t too drastic. “Jackson did teach me how to make a few signature drinks.”

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰: 𝘮/𝘧/𝘯𝘣 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴

𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵: 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘺.

(𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵)

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Jasper, to most seems to be the chill type of guy that doesn’t get in much adventures, mostly keeps it to himself and doesn’t get in trouble, to focus on his art, but it wasn’t always like this. Art schools are costly, his own was abroad his small village and not knowing much better and being in need of cash quick to pay off his schooling and day-to-day dorm life bills, he agreed to enter into some shady business.

He somehow managed to agree to be some vampire’s meal for the agreement of only being taken so much his body could take without dying nor becoming ill, for of course the money offered and frankly, because even if he didn’t admit to himself, he sort of had a knack for adventures like these. The dark and mysterious, having his life in someone’s hands and his neck bitten by someone attractive and with a millennia of knowledge (at least in theory, as if not all humans even if aging weren’t any smarter, he imagined so being the case for vampires as well).

“Really? Complaining about my diet influencing the taste? Come on, I barely have money for food. I agreed to this for a reason. Give me then half the worth of what was told and next time I’ll make sure to double the price on paper with blood worth drinking if I manage to get my foot out the hole that is school loans. I can feed myself better if I have the cash.” He wasn’t afraid to snap back at the latter’s comment about his taste when finally piercing down on is skin, because he sort of took that as a small offence. He had no choice but to eat cheap, but he could be the most delicious piece of ass walking around on this earth if having the means for it! His eyes rolled as he sighed upset by the comment.

With his body now set on bed, as the weather outside invited him over for a little lazy session, Jasper propped his computer by the wooden bendable small table he had to fit his lap for moments like these. The rain fell down, pitter pattering, knocking by his window, the male searched through one of the clothing sites he usually visited for a few purchases and inspiration and his indicative right finger clicked on an Japanese article of clothing, he emitted a hum and observed the landing page.

It’s safe to say that he brought the pleaded half-skirt for himself, saw more of the brand, on their ow site, saw that some artists were affiliated to it and that is where inspiration hit him in full force. There were a few pictures of someone, he frankly wasn’t so sure whom could be, splendorously dressed and styled and by his luck, he always brought his things to his bed -- Although knowing it was a bad habit as he would fill his bed with charcoal particles and graphite and he just doesn’t brought the rest since last time he had an oily adventure on bed things didn’t end so well -- Alas, as he opened up one of his drawing notebooks, he searched more on whom could be this person and once finding a photo that just begged for his full attention for the time needing for the art, he got his hand into motion.

His dog Bowie still lightly snored at his feet, used to his owner’s spurts of sudden movement, the artist’s aiding instruments surrounded the free area of his smallish bed and as he desired, he took hold of them, dropped another, before continuing this cycle for hours upon hours with close by glanced and even zooming of the picture, so he could try to include the most miniscule detail that is that he could include to try to capture the person as they seemed to him when he first saw them now. He again, had no idea of them, only what he saw by now, but once publishing the drawing, he wanted to make sure everyone could have a similar sensation or thought to what he had.

Speaking of that, once finished with the task that consumed most his afternoon and into the first hours of the evening, he curled his legs under the desk with some repositioning of his whole set, so he could give his poor legs a different position that wouldn’t leave him as sore, opened up his Instagram, the medium he choose most fit for him to organize his content and once having more or less the story there described on how he got to that point, he tagged in the artist of clothing, the collection and the said person, whom he hoped was right, as more than one were on the said collection, but he was more or less sure that that would be it, as there was that name on the picture as the  model and when searching he had the same face as the result? Either way, there was indeed still chance for correction, so with that in mind and a double check to just make sure all was right, he annexed the picture he took of his piece and clicked on publish, so the whole world could see what he just did -- Or well, at least those that did accompany his art that is.

Let’s be honest, Jasper wasn’t the type of guy one would usually see at a party, but that also didn’t meant he never went to one either, mainly if it came to be someone’s birthday.

On occasion, when a friend of his would celebrate their date of birth, which he took seriously to heart and would be mindful of what to offer, trying to reach what the other person truly would like to be given, he did went to the social events they would put up and make sure he also was able to live life and have some fun with others surrounding him, instead of the usual lonely living of painting and being introspective. -- Which still was whom he was in the end of the day, but all people needed a time to change things up and shake their routines.

Once having his star earrings on which combined well with a small seashell shaped necklace by his blue and white stripped shirt and the rest of his navy blue outfit put together, beret and all, he left his apartment and walked the way to the said party with his present in hand, not expecting being the one having a surprise waiting for him as well.

“Happy birthday, my friend.” He grinned slightly once catching sight of Han and offering a hug as he also gave his present to the latter, as his eyes slid their way curiously to the side as he saw someone passing by and somehow lost himself to the female he didn’t knew whom could be, because she truly was beautiful. He did always heard indeed that it was rude to stare, but as an artist and someone in love with all things beautiful, he couldn’t help but stare.

“So, any preference for the portrait? I paint realistic to semi-realistic, it might take me a couple of hours and have oil, acrylic, water paint and charcoal. Charcoal is in black and white with gray hues and some white which I can add on with a white pencil, Oil takes the longest to dry and is of them all the easiest to smudge and acrylic and water paint look the softest although I can build the color up.” The blue haired petite male glanced at the person that arrived near his little street corner which he was offering his services as an artist. 

The whole village was rumbling with happiness, a special event marked the whole week and as so, he took the chance to gain some extra money for himself with what he did best, while also part taking in the events by his own special ways.

His eyes were attentive on the person, studying as much detail as he could, even leaning his head the slightest bit without meaning to seem too evasive, although even his peers did still complain at times that he could be a bit too intense at times and seemed like he was looking into their soul, which he couldn’t really complain about as he did seem to grasp as much as he could from what people looked like and their details as much as he could, so he could try to translate that into canvas. His neck was also extended, but his hands remained nearby his knees as he waited for any instructions on what to do. 

Jasper’s lips wrapped around the edge of his mug of tea as he glanced at his friend with ​a simple neutral stare. He was waiting for Eun to speak up what could be bothering her and was hoping she knew that there was no need for her to ask to talk, when he was already willing to listen and wasn’t at all unaware of the way she was -- at least in his view -- acting out of it.

After all, he did suggest for them to meet up by the coffee shop with that intention in mind and didn’t bring anything for him to paint or draw with so he could focus on her and only her. Only thing with him was his phone, in case he’d want to take pictures of anything along the way that would inspire him for a future piece, but even that device was tucked away on his black mini backpack’s inner compartment. 

As he waited for the female to have her speak with him, he distracted himself with the music playing softly as a background sound to many other conversations happening at the same time and didn’t resist himself, taking hold of one of the few pastries they had requested for, so he could take a few nibbles, on the meantime.

Those peering into Jasper’s life without knowing his habits, but only coming to know part of his personality might come to assume that he only stays by his apartment, painting and drawing his life away, but that was far from the truth.

The male did paint at home a lot, that was still certain, but at times he got his hands onto work at the public park nearby his home and at others, when fancying some company, needing the controlled commotion of a coffee shop and he finds himself in the mood for perhaps a pastry and some warm tea or coffee, he heads to one nearby that had in his humble opinion the best baked goods and pastries in the whole village.

Saying this, it was of no surprise to see the artist arrive, standing out like a sore thumb due to his blue tainted hair, mix-matched and different fashion as he carried his canvas and art supplies chosen for the day, to which some people that came by as often smiled by and greeted him, as they took notice how he would entertain the petite child one of the people in charge of the place had to take care of.

It wasn’t often that Jasper smiled like he did to the child, but the imagination within the little person full of dreams and curiosities, while having at least some patience to listen to what he would explain of his art was quite heartwarming and even he had to admit to it. It was cute. His brown orbs seemed to shine as bright as stars and a smile adorned his features yet again when the child brought him a drawing of their own for him to see.

His lips pursed with a hum, careful to choose his words not to thorn away at their dreams and nodded. “It’s a start. Keep on drawing and take inspiration in what is around you. As some say, the more you try it and the more you put into it, the better you should do, right?” He advised, wanting to support the child’s dreams and show they could have the same fighting chance and capacity to get as good at art as him if they continued to try at it. He didn’t even bat one eyelash once they took a seat with him and already slid some pieces of cheaper canvas for them to use, which he did brought for them to use and rested his materials at the middle of the table for them to also have at their reach, while sending a knowing not at the girl he knew more or less the child was with, as he observed them together. He knew the child could get dirty or anything, so he did told them to be careful, but hoped that the female would give them something to keep that at bay, since he did have a few aprons, but they were far too big. Also, he would be a fool if he didn’t had to admit to himself that he didn’t want to see her closer by. She was beautiful and he did wish she also had the time to enjoy her time along with the both of them as well.