> "You keep it.. I can never use that brush again."
>
> She had been kind enough to return what he had thrown away, and that one
>small gesture made an impact, though she likely didn't know. Offering her
>a soft smile, he nods his head. "Thank you.. but I
>can't.."
Crimson flecks flash briefly within the violet pools of her eyes as his hand
touches hers. Her skin would be chill compared to his, but she lets that
thought slide away. Again, something within her screams to turn away, but
she fights it. Dusk nods a bit, but her eyes do not leave his for a second.
She was not afraid, she will not falter in this moment she has been given.
The sun, he had begun to set and his golden rays reach out to play against
the woman's hair. Fall colored locks shift slightly in the whisper of the
breeze, thick soft curls teasing her shoulders and face. Gracing her lithe
form is a forest green blouse of silk, a silver chain about her neck with
its contents hidden beneath the top, and reddish brown pants tucked into
deerskin boots. The clothing was simple yet elegant. Standing there, skin so
pale, lips so dark, she very nearly looks like a woodland imp, if it were
not for the purple orbs in that soft face.
Through her mind races a thousand things she wanted to say, to ask. "Why?
Why can you not use this brush?" "How do you paint like you do?" "Why did
you take on my offer, even after my warnings?" "Who was she, the woman in
your arms, did you love her so much?" "Do you know the woman who walks with
you now is a wolf?" "You are in my thoughts, more then this lady would
like." "Would you paint me if I did not pay you so, would you even know me?"
"Will you hate me one day, the way I know you will?" "I would write you
songs, I would make you promises I could keep...I would move the stars for
you."
"Dance...with...me."
Her lips remain shut however, and she says nothing. Silence rakes the air
between them. Carefully she removes her hand 'twixt his, and lowers it to
her side, brush clasped there loosely.
The woman does not move to walk away though. She just stands, there, in that
moment, deep eyes watching his...waiting.
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