Leaning against the door frame with my eyes glued on the golden boy in my art studio. Painting what I would call a masterpiece but in honesty he is the real masterpiece.
At first I didn't believe in love. At first I really did not care for it. I just wanted to make my father proud, make art in his honor.
Turned out that I actually loved it, if it was not for my dad I would have never met him. It formed as an honor into a hobby,not saying that I've forgotten about my dad's honor; it doesn't feel like it anymore.
The golden boy turns around,giving me the same expression "Well hello, did you get enough rest?" words flow out his mouth like a river stream, smooth but peaceful.
Walking towards the boy I nod my head "what you're painting there?" I stand next to him,placing my hand on his shiny red hair, as for his hand on my waist pulling me closer to him; laying his soft cherry hair on my stomach.
"You" , I look at the masterpiece, well in this case me,he captured something I haven't seen on myself in years,something I've longed for, longer then love. Is to see a genuine person, happy. Happiness comes a long way. And yet it's right here. Through the pain. The tears. The scars. My happiness as arrived in the form of an angel. He stands up from his chair carefully so he doesn't knock the easel over, this office is a mess, but as humans were all messes, it greats beautiful memories in the near future.
"What a beautiful woman you've become" the voice sending shivers down my spine,the hand upon my cheek making me melt. And those eyes that make me turn red.
Combing my fingers through his hair gladly smiling at him "you've literally watched me grow. I'm sorry I didn't notice you for so long"
"Everything is always worth the wait, if you waited for it that means it was worth it" the golden boy smiles standing up tall in front of me; cupping my warm cheeks in both of his massive hands; showing me the glass slipper eyes "you're really beautiful you know that?"
Scoffing I roll my eyes "how could I forget?" "Good, So c'mere" I watch his face lean into mine awaiting his soft peach lips to fuse with mine; he presses his poison kiss on mine; letting me feel his love transfer to me, unknowingly I wrap my arms around his neck, not even noticing that I'm off the floor and back has hit the velvet covers softly.
We've moved from the office space to our shard bedroom.
Unconsciously I start pulling up his shirt as he's pulling up mine we pull away from each other just to take our shirts off; I go back to press my love against him but he puts his finger on my lips "you sure you ready for this sweetie?"
"I think I'm more than ready for you" Scoffs leaves his lips "not for me, for you" "I'm ready I trust you more than anyone in this world" our eyes shifting in the same direction like two people trying to get out the way.
"I'm ready too" he speaks ever so softly
I was blue and he was red we've mixed and turned into amethyst purple, usually I hate mixing unwanted paint together but I didn't mind it.
Turn me lilac. Turn me blue violet.
I wouldn't mind. Just fuse with me.
Let's create our own masterpiece.
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