Chapter 108: Sheer Clothing-III
Ian smiled at her embarrassnt, the stutter she gave was too sweet for him that he would be unable to ignore. He savor her expression and her actions she made under his right eyes. Raising his hand, he touched her chin and with only a soft single move to lift her chin, Elise moved her chin up, her blue eyes of her was glassy that almost make him want to take her sowhere deep in a soundless place.
"You still have to resu cleaning the gallery puppy and don't forget to take the painting." Elise who almost forget that she was tasked to clean the gallery gave him a quick nod and he left her chin.
Seeing Master Ian walking away, Elise who was hugging the canvas touched the place where she felt Master Ian had touched her. Her chin that he touch felt hot. Before Ian completely left the room, he held the door knob and spoke to her, "The punishnt still stand, Elise." and the door was closed.
Elise turned her face to the canvas, finding a better light, she opened the fabric and stared at the revealing painting. Her eyes looked at it for a few seconds before she turned her face away, her cheeks were flushed redder as ti passes.
Once Elise had cleaned the room, she ca to place Ian's portraits in the place where it had been placed before. Taking the portrait to her hand, Elise turned the canvas when her eyes looked down at the date when the portrait was created. It was painted ten years ago. But Master Ian's face was unchanging. He was still devilishly handso and charming with an air of mysterious surrounding him.
Elise had wondered about this, Ian have always looked the sa since the first ti she t him nine years ago. But little information was kept about who he was. Elise continued to take the pictures, finding that the date decreases in each painting as she dove to the painting. Ten years turn to twenty when it turn to a hundred which was the oldest one but doesn't seem like the first one.
Elise felt her heart thudded when realization sink to her mind. Master Ian was over a hundred years old? Elise had read many stories regarding mythical beings and how they aged longer than humans. So tis twenty or ten years but it was her first ti to know soone over a hundred year old. Not to ntion it was Master Ian. Do everyone know this? She asked herself because she had never heard anyone speaking of it.
She stared at the picture, finding that the oldest portrait of Master Ian leaning on a curtain was undoubtedly handso but now she felt a sense of solitude stayed at him. His eyes that looked mysterious and mischievous now felt distant with the gaze he had.
Elise was still absorbing the facts and the conclusions she had been making in her mind with the hints Ian had dropped to her subtly. The talk about the immortal being that leads to a life filled with loneliness repeated over her ears.
'What do you think I am?'
His question resonated in her mind, as if trying to pull her in with the curiosity which work as Elise was curious but at the sa ti, she wondered is she was ready to hear it. Because from what she could tell when the ti ca if she asked him whether he was the immortal being they had been talking, she would also be pulling his past. The past which make him who he was now.
Elise pulled her apron, the cleanest part of the fabric she could find and brought it over the glass that kept the painting save to wipe the dust that clouded at it, making it clearer. As she stared at the picture, Elise wondered if Master Ian had lead a normal life like no others? He often spoke in a way that make him omniscient and she believes he knows everything. Knowledge was sothing one would accumulated by ti and maybe Ian had accumulated his knowledge and wise decision over ti. But all beings not even one exception all study from mistakes of their pasts. Do Master Ian also have mistakes?
Many question surfaced to her mind and to know the answer to all her questions it would take ti. She wish to know more about his story, to walk closer to the place he was which felt surrounded by darkness. As stories would co, Elise had faith that Ian would tell her everything when the ti cos.
By the ti night ca, in the sa gallery Elise had cleaned this morning, Ian sat down on his seat, the red couch with an oil lamp placed on the round desk beside him. There he stared at the portrait of himself which was placed on the corner of the room. After Elise had cleaned the place, his sweet girl placed the painting in orders by the date and years, notifying him that she had realized who he was.
From behind Maroon the red-headed butler who was tilting the teapot to fill the cup, moved from behind and settled the cup on the desk beside him.
"She cleaned the portrait and didn't forget to put in orders and the right position." chuckled Ian, his finger taking the teacup and tilted it to his lips, taking sips in his barely opened lips. "Such a very sweet girl."
Maroon who stood beside him in his poise and straight back, looked at his Master's expression which was filled with delight at the ntion of Elise, the human girl. "Did you enjoy your ti with her, milord?"
Ian ran his finger to the holder of the cup, "Very much. Every ti I'm with her, I feel emotions I've never felt before. It's hard to co into term or put a word to the feelings I stumbled upon, but finding new emotions are quite amusing." And watching Elise was never boring, he could see how his desire grows as ti passes. Nurturing Elise with knowledge, he also partake to shape her into the person she was going to be in the future; and the thought that he affected her and molded her was exciting on its own way.
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