here comes my heart.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[leans to "her" side, a paintbrush to her lips. "she's" trying to draw a vase of clear glass flowers, but the shadows are too dark...]

What... hm.

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[knightofsilver.livejournal.com]

[he comes up beside 'her' all quiet like, leaning down so he might whisper in 'her' ear. much like a stalker.]

What is it you're doing?

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[--erk! jumps a little, splattering bright red paint over "her" cheek. it blends in nice with "her" blush.]

--o-oh... j-just painting.

[knightofsilver.livejournal.com]

[smiiiles, and chuckles a little, reaching over to wipe it off 'her' face.]

Red really is a lovely color for you, but it isn't as becoming when in liquid form.