Delphine
Delphine furrowed her brow, though she continued to mix the paint, reaching for the basket, to pull two or three other colors out of it. "We'll do a scene," She grinned, as he found her waist. "Maybe the Greatwood... or the Hollowed Grounds forest..." Or even her homeland. Northwind. Northaven... He brought her out of her thoughts with his touch and his words, and she scoffed.
"Pfft. I've not been an artist for years," she surmised, as she continued to mix the paints, carefully ignoring his distractions. Not like she could mess up paints, though. "Here, put your hands to better use," She squirmed and twisted to wave a paint-covered wooden mixing spoon at him. "You mix this color, I'll mix this one, and then we can get started." She sounded very confident; painting was the one thing nobody had ever dissuaded her from.
"Pfft. I've not been an artist for years," she surmised, as she continued to mix the paints, carefully ignoring his distractions. Not like she could mess up paints, though. "Here, put your hands to better use," She squirmed and twisted to wave a paint-covered wooden mixing spoon at him. "You mix this color, I'll mix this one, and then we can get started." She sounded very confident; painting was the one thing nobody had ever dissuaded her from.
I don't mind where you come from as long as you come to me.
I don't like illusions, I can't see them clearly.
I don't care, no, I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually, what you'll do.
I don't like illusions, I can't see them clearly.
I don't care, no, I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually, what you'll do.
