gcldengrime:
He should have felt her presence. She was the only person who ever made him feel that way, a position right between fight or flight. A painful calm, a forced one where the tension was fragile. There wasn’t always a reason to be irritated with her when she came around, but the anticipation remained and like now, was sealed with a kiss.
“My favorite omen,” He muttered, unsure of how to fit in her the mess he created. But Taron made the effort to breathe life into the metaphor that the two of them together were a dark and sticky mess, and so he gave into her affection and dismissed his previous caution to not stain her with ink. He pulled her right on to his lap, one hand around her waist and the other wiping the black onto blank pages.
“Never mind the details, right?” He said, though he would ignore his own statement. “What are you doing here?”
fingers rake up the back of his neck, curling against his scalp as she played with his hair, peering at the art on his page. he was talented. even when he was scribbling sketches onto napkins. he didn’t even have to try. and even with the evident mark that was the result of her intrusion, there was no denying that his work was still beautiful. she’d even go so far as to say a masterpiece but she knew he didn’t like that talk.
his talent was something she admired and also envied. she didn’t have a talented bone in her body. well unless you counted seducing men and getting them to pay you whatever you asked for. which she supposed WAS an art form of its own. “can’t a girl just come to a museum to appreciate some art?” avery hummed with the cock of her head, though they both knew art wasn’t her passion. “okay fine...you caught me. i’m here to find cute, artsy guys.”
