✮ ꜜ 𝖠𝖭 𝖠𝖫𝖡𝖠𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖲𝖲'𝖲 𝖫𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳.

⌈ 𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃┃𝖣𝖤𝖨𝖣𝖠𝖱𝖠 ⌋

CHAPTER THREE: ACQUAINTED,
DEIDARA.
♱
❝ IF I ONE DAY BECAME A
PAINTER, AND YOU WERE MY
CANVAS -❞

❝ WOULD YOU . . . HYPOTHETICALLY,
LET ME PAINT YOUR WALLS
WHITE? ❞

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The inquiry he asked her, appeared relatively innocent-at least that is how it sounded towards his ears. He didn't speculate much of the implantation of the phrasing choice, but he did successfully gain a reaction; the way she started fidgeting in her seat, which similarly compelled him to tease her more.

"Hn, Pretty, I want to ask you another question, " he hum'd, leaning in closer to her, his eyes--as blue as the sky and shiny as a tresured diamond, staring deeply at lively irises, analyzing her every feature. Slowly, he brushed a strand of her hair out her face and positioned it behind her ear-watching in pleasure as a minor rosiness proceeded to illuminate on her complexion, and her sights beginning to shimmer.

"Hn, oh Pretty, why must you stare at me like that? You look so frail and unprotected," he snickered deeply, earning her to tremble under his touch, withstanding the moistness of his hand--therefore generating a tongue to become known and savor her neck. He sniggered, his frigid fingers wrapping unhurriedly around her warm and flushed neck, gnarly tracing the small baby hairs that stood up, showcasing her nervousness.

In which, Deidara not only liked, but he took great pride knowing that he can make her a tad bit awkward. His crystal, baby blue eyes gleamed, glancing at her ruby red lips, and slowly back at her eyes -- which now appeared to be glazed over and darkening."Pretty," Deidara breathed out, his lips looming over her plump rosie ones, making both their cheeks reddened at the proximity.

"I want to show you how I make my art explode. But, I will need your body to help me."