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Just before she turned a corner, she heard what sounded like a scuffle of sorts. Briefly, she halted, listening closely so she could possibly gain any information about the argument beforehand. She did not hesitate about the fact if she should even intervene or not, after all, this was her family's building. She was just as suitable to protect it as any of her brother's employees was. Confidently, she walked around the corner, only to find herself dumbfounded at the tableau of chaos. There stood a man she knew as William Villiers, alone, in front of a painting that was no longer 'in tact' —to say the least.
& William Villiers
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Tue Apr 02, 2024 6:06 pm
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William Villiers
What thing is more fragile,
Strolling through galleries was somewhat of a hobby of his. From a fairly young age William had always enjoyed the arts. Looking at painting or sculptures was something he liked a lot. Taking up a pencil himself wasn’t something he could actually do, but this was a nice passing of time. As of late he found himself in the market to obtain a piece or two, so looking for that exact painting that just felt right for him was his quest of the day sort off. Which was why he found himself in the gallery of the Toussaints. His esteemed neighbours. From time to time the two families came together to just talk about well, nothing in particular. To outshine one another perhaps if he should believe his parents.
While walking around he did come across someone that fairly didn’t seem to belong in a place like it. Making him frown. With his hands tucked away behind his back he walked up to the person in question. A lanky man who was holding a bucket of some sorts. Oh dear. As he made the other aware that he was being watched, the other seemed to sense up and before anything could be done whatever was inside the bucket was now thrown over the marvelous painting. Making him instantly raise his voice and charge forward to apprehend the suspect. A short scuffle took place where the assailant smeared his beautiful garments full of paint, smudged some on his face as well to temporarily blind him and ran off . Leaving William rubbing the paint out of his eyes. Almost instantly straightening his back when he heard a voice. For crying out loud. Off course.
’This isn’t what it appears to be Miss Toussaint. I can assure you.’ He hummed, rubbing the paint out of his eyes. But in fact making it worse. ’I am as much a victim here as the painting itself I’m afraid.’
Than the human heart.
Thu Apr 04, 2024 1:51 pm
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So when it happened that someone tried to destroy the hard work of an artist, especially one in her family's gallery, she found her blood at a boiling point. When she saw the paint, still wet, on both a painting and a man she knew as Wiliam Villiers, she was quick to draw her own conclusions. Ever the hot-heat, she quickly approached the man in a very displeased fashion.
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Tue Apr 09, 2024 9:16 pm
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