Please, do continue 👀
:D let’s talk about it? like what would he paint? a nice little scenery? some flowers? a garden? or maybe a sunset? or the night sky?
every time he dips his small brush into a new paint, he murmurs an apology before it touches her skin because he knows it’s cold. he’s straddling her waist from behind as he holds up his canvas and gentle strokes over her skin with his brush. holds a paintbrush between his teeth with he uses another because it’s just quicker to switch this way. there’s paint on his fingers, some on his cheek, and definitely some on his bare torso.
she lays with her cheek against the mattress. a while goes by. his girl no longer makes a noise whenever the cold paint travels down her back, and it seems like he’s talking to himself now. “it’s looking pretty, i think,” he says, pushing her hair gently away with the back end of the brush. “gonna add some more color, and use a bigger brush. aren’t getting goosebumps anymore. hey. hey, baby? are you asleep?”
she is in fact asleep, soft breaths falling from her mouth. he smiles, watching her sleep fondly for a bit before getting back into the painting, heart full of love.