Tobys cabin

[Toby]

"And personal one. Yes you're my mate, but I like you. As a person. I want to know you and I want you to know me. Look I know I fucked and up throw you in the deepend without checking if you could swim first and that was wrong. Believe me I know it tova drove that point home... i fucked up and im sorry. I need to be better I want to be better and I will be. The best apology is changed behavior and im working on it. I really do care about you and want you to stay but if you tell me yo want to go foreve then I'll let you go...but I really hope you stay...."

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie paints in silence for a little while. "Nobody ever thought I was... special, I guess."

[Toby]

"How could they not?" I ask he's the first mate I've found in my entire life. I thought I would be mateless forever and then he comes along. He's the most special person in the world

[Jamie D'vart]

He shrugs a shoulder. "I'm... quiet, I guess. I keep to myself. I get good grades, but not exceptional ones."

[Toby]

"You're a hell of a painter, handsome, and clever, from where I'm sitting you're quiet exceptional"

[Jamie D'vart]

"Again, that's partly my magic. I'm... okay. You'll see. I'm not using my magic for this, as little as I can anyway, it'll come out... okay."

[Toby]

"I'm sure it'll be great." I say encouragingly

[Jamie D'vart]

He paints for a little while, using smaller and smaller brushes to put in detail. "Doing the face now, hold still," he suggests, after a little while. And finally, it's more or less done; he turns it around so Toby can see himself. He's painted the tree but nothing else of the landscape, making it feel cozy and almost dreamlike with a watercolor background instead. It's a good likeness, but it lacks the emotional whammy of the previous painting, and some bits of it are a little oddly colored. It feels almost creepy how devoid of emotion it is, how devoid of heart. It's almost clinical: a study of a specimen, not a painting of a person the painter knows. 

[Toby]

"It's a museum piece" I say a tinge of sadness in my voice. "It's good tho, but it's very different that the last painting you made. I like being able to see how you feel but this type will make for grate commissions for those who've never felt your other art." I say smiling

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie grimaces. "No, see, this angle's all wrong, and the shadow's a mess. It's not good enough for a museum. It's just... okay."

[Toby]

"Mala works at the art institute as their museum curator. There's dozens of paintings there that are worse than this. Don't be so hard on yourself. I really do like it."

[Jamie D'vart]

"You're biased," he sighs. "Magic again."

[Toby]

I shrug "so what? Biased or not I like it." I grin at him "come on have some lunch." I say waving a sandwich at him

[Jamie D'vart]

"Do you ever... I guess, before your Alpha friend, you must have..." seeing Toby giving him an odd look Jamie finishes his sentence: "want people to really see you as you are, without magic or nonsense in the way?"

[Toby]

"I wanted my parents to." I say softly "I wanted to be human to be loved. I prayed every night that god would free me from the curse of my magic, would kill the wolf inside me. I used to repress my magic my wolf. I was ashamed of who I was. My core being. I felt I deserved their abuse because I wasn't human. I wanted to bee seen as just human and nothing else. But that was a long time ago. I've accepted who I am and now I just wish I could be an alpha all the time and not have to pretend to be human."