Omri and Ancilla "Anna" de Riva, an edit and paint-over of "The Proposal" by Eugen von Blaas
She folded her arms, clearly still cross at him, but she came closer. Always so trusting. Far too trusting, for one of their kind. He reached behind her ear with his uninjured arm. “Wasteful little woman, you are,” he said, clicking his tongue. Behind her ear, he quickly switched the three copper coins from the base of his thumb to the end, pinching them between it and his forefinger. He saw the knot between her brows smooth slightly as he presented the pittance to her with a small flourish. She blushed as he dropped the coins into her hands. “Fortunate, then,” she said, tucking them into the pocket at the front of her apron, “that I am nobody’s wife. I would cause my husband no end of trouble, I am sure.” He fought the urge to scoff, to remind her that, despite so many things, she was no poor homemaker. “Now,” she continued, pulling out the tea she had insisted upon, “will you try this one? I have been saving it for you, however horrible I am.”
— Chirping So, by @a-gay-bloodmage and @lottiesnotebook