"Today's a bad time to paint..." The lass' words kissed the air as she stares from her damped window with acrylic on her small hands. Her gentle eyes scanned the cold atmosphere, it reminded her of lonely days when she was a kid. She ponders when will this rain will stop, for she is itching to go outside and check up on her dear friend.
It was unexpected. The rain that is. And so does their friendship...
She misses him dearly, the yellow curtains in her living room reminds her of his yellow sweater. "It can't be helped." She sighs as she picks up her utensil and begins to paint again as she found a new inspiration to do so. She lets her hand trace the canvas, allowing the sudden surge of creativity take control.
As the girl's hand dances, an unexpected figure appeared from the other side of her window. The swaying curtains makes identifying the figure hard for the girl.
Curiosity then dwelled in her system, making her stand up and reach for the curtains to put it aside. There, their eyes met. Pools of spruce met her glistening orbs.
It was Ghostbur.
He gave her a defeated smile as his face melts from the rain, literally. "Ghostbur! Let me open the door for you." The lass exclaimed. She hurriedly rushes to her front door with an umbrella in hand to shield her ghostly friend from the downpour.
"What are you doing in the rain?" Asked the girl. "I was just looking for blues." Replied the ghost. As he said that, he lends her three blue dyes with his left hand now semi transparent.
"Thank you." She smiles to him as she ushers him to her home. The two sat in the living room under the aroma of freshly made cocoa. Ghostbur smiled to himself when he saw the unfinished portrait next to the window. "I see you're back at painting again." He chatted. The girl with a f/c bow laughs. "And it's all thanks to you."
The two then spoke to each other with all naturality flowing in between them. Like partners.
YOU ARE READING
Colour Palette || Wilbur Soot / Ghostbur x Reader ||
Fanfictionw. soot x reader Paint and brushes. Colours and canvases. Those are the things that Y/n grew up with. A life filled with meaning and creativity. While on her lonely endevours she met a ghost. A ghost who can't remember his life's memoirs. What seems...
