Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)

Chapter Nineteen

Noe's p.o.v

I look upon my source of inspiration then down upon the whiteness of canvas. I blend hues, mix tints. Tallulah is sprawled out atop the softness of bed, her back lain upon sheets and covers. One drapes loosely against the frame of her body. It slightly reveals her left bosom. The unruly hairs of her head snake all about her head. One of her arms folds and rests upon her belly whilst the other perches limply atop the bed.

Somehow, in her slumber, the shirt she had on found its way onto the floors. And I capture the magnificence of her, the aura of serenity that resonates from one who's both seen and tasted the murkiness of hell itself. I capture the dominance and the light and the soft glow of her skin. She stirs in her sleep, mumbles words incoherently then let's out a snore. And I find that I smile at the mundaness of it all.

She's had the dewei piece implanted, that and her hairs have grown a few inches longer. Brush levitates and falls, brush slides left and glides right up until her eyes flutter open and peer into ceiling walls. Her fingers work to wipe at the little dribble at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes drink in her surroundings up until they fall upon me. Soft smile curves upon her lips and it causes this warmth to spear at my chest.

Yes, whatever feelings I hold for Tallulah exceed mere infatuation, exceed simple physical attraction or sexual desire. And the very thought makes me grow a tad bit petrified, a tad bit horrified. They are not foreign emotions those one. I've felt them all before, danced to the tune of them until I was drained dry as a bone.
"Good morning, Noe," she speaks softly, effectively breaking my train of thought.

"Good morning, Tallulah. How did you sleep last night?"
"I slept well though I should be asking you that. How are you feeling?" She coos with concern, sits up straight with sheets clutched firmly by the swell of her chest.
"I feel much better to be honest, thanks for asking. Do me a favor? Lie back down in the same position you were in."

And she does without protest, allowing me the opportunity to resume from where I'd left off.
"What are your plans for the day, Noe?"
Momentarily, I halt in my motions, glance upon her as I ponder to self.
"I was planning on staying indoors. Work out with you. Listen to some music. Nothing much."

"You could teach me a thing or two about drawing. I'd really like that."
"Sure, why not?"
More silentness, more comforting quietness as brush swipes and swipes.
"Tallulah, I don't know if you recall, but at one point you said you could switch accents because you're multilingual?"
"Of course I remember. What word would you like to hear?"

For short minutes, I contemplate the query as I blend shades of colours.
"How are you, let me hear that."
Another smile, sweetly as always paints upon her facial features.
"Of course."
She is well capable of altering her accent, oscillating with ease from a thick Irish one to a British one to an American one then to a Scottish one.

And I realize that I do want her to speak and speak and never cease.
"I did the simple ones. They've been teaching me all these languages from when I was a hundred and twenty months."
"Ten years old. Means you're really sharp. I'm genuinely impressed."

"Thank you. How long till you're done? My legs are cramping I need to use the bathroom...brush my teeth."
"Go ahead, I can make the final touches now."
I stare down upon loveliness captured on canvas. She gets off the bed, grabs a hold of the loose shirt tossed upon floors and slips it on. Then, she's well on her way to the bathrooms where she shuts herself in.

Seconds fleet, they convert into long minutes of solitude until my ears pick the soft sound of doors gliding opening. Tallulah emerges, proceeds up to my frame perched upon stool. She sweeps lose hairs over my left shoulder before she proceeds to plant little kisses upon the other. Yes, touch can feel...wonderful, does feel wonderful.
"This is how you see me? I look so...pretty."