Page 15 of Omega Artist
Alie G: All of your paintings express a darkness that appeals to me.
The corner of my mouth quirks up expectantly.
Will you take the bait?
Waiting for his potential answer is utterly frustrating. My butt slides down the cheap sheets, and my upper thighs burn from the friction. Dammit! I breathe deeply and manage to relax a bit. Our conversation was supposed to aid in my relaxation, and it’s doing the opposite. My patience is already wearing thin. (Not that I have much to begin with, but what can I say? As Sybil enjoys reminding me on a regular basis, I’m young and impulsive!) There are no dots to indicate that he’s typing or debating or deleting. If it weren’t so late, I’d view his latest videos on his approaches to painting so I could use his own words and eventually turn them against him.
Tig: And yet, your comments are anything but dark.
Are they?
Without thinking about it, I briefly check what I’ve written on his posts over the past few months.
Damn, he’s right! But why is he saying that?
Alie G: Would you like them better dark?
As for his posts, they’re usually witty and funny. It was easy to comment on them.
A new notification pops up.
Mmm… Let’s see…
I wonder who it could be at this hour, considering that my close family dropped me off and spent the entire afternoon taking turns to entertain me the best they could. Father was even more devastated than I was when the biopsy results from my lump came in… I never thought I’d see the day that he’d become uber-protective. I mean, it makes sense that he lost his wife and realized that he might lose me sooner than later. That thought’s colored my mind and mood from the moment that I was diagnosed. Ironically enough, being here grants me a reprieve from his overbearing self.
The despicable man manages to surprise me yet again by PMing me.
Tig: Hi, it’s easier this way. The answer to your question is no. Can’t deny my art has a darkness to it. Do you realize you’re the only person who actually reads my posts?
I snort at his message, and I hate myself for it. My fingers seem to have a mind of their own while the smirk on my face stays put.
Alie G: Thanks for the PM. What do you mean “the only person”?
The once-famous man has less followers than I do, but still, that simply can’t be true. He doesn’t have tons of comments on his posts; flattery won’t get him anywhere with me.
Tig: Exactly what I just said: nobody reads the captions. Your comments tell me you do. So, thank you. The posts that get the most attention are the tattoos and piercings. Yours are mostly on my paintings and you’re always nice and supportive.
The frivolous man actually analyzed my interactions while I thought that they had remained unnoticed.
Alie G: You’re welcome… I guess.
The foolish man believes that my intentions are good. But then again, why wouldn’t he? I’ve been nothing but nice to him, and I intend to keep it that way, for now. I originally strategized interacting with him earlier. I originally envisioned building a make-believe relationship over a few months. I originally expected to meet him in person over Christmas break and use him like he used all those women… But fate got in the way.
Tig: Also, I meant to apologize.
Alie G: What for?
Tig: Not being responsible 4 the pics & captions that got your attention.
Alie G: Is the person I’m “talking” to Tig?
Tig: I am ;-)
Alie G: You’ve lost me.
Tig: My admin is to thank. You might be disappointed by my own posts.
What?
