Part IX- "She is my sin"
On the first night they had a concert in the first city, then immediately after the concert moved on. The second, third and fourth concerts were held, followed by a one-day break in a motel surrounded by nature. Amadea and Beata were in the same room with two beds, they agreed to walk and take pictures if they came across anything interesting the next day.
Morning. Amadea took the time to take a shower, change her clothes and brush her teeth, meanwhile Beata woke up too. Beata (kisses her on the neck): "What a wonderful shower gel you have! What is that, vanilla?" Amadea (kisses her on the cheek and brings her gel): "Yes, and the perfume I put on has a note of vanilla. Take it." Beata (opens and smells the bottle): "Oh, I love vanilla! Will you have enough for travel?" Amadea: "Even if it disappears in the meantime I'll get it, take whatever you need." Beata (walks into the bathroom and keeps talking): "I want you to bring some fancy rags in your backpack- tunics, decorations, some jewelry and makeup; I want us to take some photos in nature." Amadea: "I planned to take photographs of nature." Beata (stick her head behind a half-open door): "There's going to be some of that, but I want to take a picture of you. Oh yes, bring a hair brush too." Amadea (laughs): "You remembered when I told you I'd like to take photos in nature... I'm stunned. May I do yours too?" Beata (sticks her head out again and smile): "If you think you can make a model of me- why not. My body is at your service. In any way. (laughs) That sounded a little bit... Never mind, I'll take something too. (keeps talking behind half-closed doors) What should I bring?" Amadea: "That shorter jeans vest of yours looks great to me, then jeans, some rock details... It would be powerful to photograph you on a rock or something. I'll pack all we need, you take it easy."
They had breakfast and went away from the motel. Amadea took pictures of all sorts of things that would get her attention and then in the distance they noticed a waterfall so they went that way. Amadea wanted to be the first to photograph Beata.
Beata (standing next to a rock dressed in jeans vest, jeans and a T-shirt): "Is it all right here?" Amadea (fixes the camera): "Yes. Put one leg on the rock, look up, lean arms behind you. (took a photo) Look at the prototype. (laughs)" Beata (looks): "It looks good, but I would add a little rebellion. (takes off her vest, t-shirt and underwear, then puts on her vest again to disguise her bust) We'll try it now." Amadea (blushes): "Now it looks powerful. (takes photos of Beata in different positions) Provocative but not vulgar, and certainly rebellious. (looks her in the eye) I think you're going to like it." Beata (sees pictures): "They are good. Do you have any other ideas?" Amadea (gives her a leather jacket and black eyeliner): "You can highlight your eyes with lots of eyeliner, put on a jacket and stand on that rock like you're climbing up there. Take some darker lipstick, I think it would go well with stronger make-up on eyes and your royal-blue hair." Beata (preparing): "It could be like that. It's powerful to climb to the top, I think it can work out fine. (set up) How about it?" Amadea (climbs one stone for a better angle): All good. (takes a photo) Head this way, that's right..." Beata (climbs to the top): "What does it look like from here?" Amadea (laughs): "That's what I have to ask you. I'm joking, it's great. Look into the distance... Try your hand over your forehead... (Beata tries several different positions) Great! There's going to be some great pictures here. (winks)"
Beata went downstairs, looked at the photos with Amadea and took the camera in her hands. Beata: "Now it's your turn. (removes the rubber band from her hair and fixes her hair) Put on a lipgloss, a floral ornament, put on a tunic and stand by the water, I don't know where it would be best... Maybe where the flowers are." Amadea (stops there dressed in trousers and tunic): "I'm a little scared, I don't know how nicely I can pose..." Beata (approaches and kisses her passionately): "You're beautiful. I'd give you a suggestion, but I think you'd be uncomfortable... It's good like this anyway." Amadea (nods): "Say it." Beata: "I know you don't show your arms because of injuries, but I think you might be able to expose your legs. It would look like you were wearing a dress. There's no one here but me so don't be scared, we'll photoshop something if there's need for that. It's just a suggestion, ignore it if it's too much." Amadea (blushes): "I'll try. I don't look great, don't say I didn't warn you."
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Crimson Blue Snow
General FictionStarted as a story of love... Finished in my style. ❄Amadea spent her life in complete isolation, tucked away by the melodies and voices of the performers who represented all the interaction with the people she needed. Beata, a girl from a nearby to...