Bemusement (Lucaya)(Markle) (GMW)

The design of a battlecraft.

Maya

I stood outside the doors, watching as people walked in and out, laughing, frowning, conversations cancelling each other out. Couple arguing over the choice of date.

The wind tickled at my skin, my boots against the damp floor, covered in ice debris. The scarf was warm against my neck and the cheap flee marked coat was heavy against my shoulders.

Through the small crowds of downtown New York, a tall, well dressed figure appears. His hair was dark and fluffy, his eyes dark and his skin pale. He'd hit puberty well....I had to admit.

"Sorry I'm late," he said running a hand through his hair.

"You're like ten seconds late." I reminded him,"so, practically you're not."

"Okay," he arched his eyebrows then smiled and punched both arms into the cold air,"Go Farkle!"

I frowned at him, pouting my lip in dissatisfaction. He arched his brows again, with confusion.

"What?"

I rolled my eyes and turned on my heel, swinging into the building. Hot air hit me hard as the atmosphere of the room clashed into me. It was one of my favourite places in the world.

It was a fancy gallery, that's free to visit. The carpet is soft and friendly, the walls a plain white sheen. The only reason it was fancy is because you have to take off your shoes and coats and walk around in your socks. Farkle seemed annoyed by this.

"You could've told me to wear slip on shoes." He muttered untying his shoes.

I slipped off of my coat and hung it up, nodding at the security guard; sixty four year old Ben, someone who made jokes and conversation with everyone.

I took out my phone, checking it and frowning, still no text from Riley.

"oh my-."

"Oh my?" I laughed turning, Farkle was staring in awe at one of the paintings, his eyes lit up and his lips parted sweetly.

I felt a warm sensation inside my chest, my mouth relaxed and I smiled. Placing my phone in my pocket and walking towards him. His toes gently teases at the carpet, I laughed silently then grabbed his wrist and dragged him with me.

He stopped at times, staring and pointing, laughing and frowning. I smiled at how childish he looked, now, staring at my recent submitted painting.

"No offence," he said,"I mean it is beautiful...but..."

"It's the silhouettes of two people," I explained,"both male, carrying weapons, the one in the middle is female, she's blindfolded and shackled-see."

The blindfold was a titanium white, the shackles a metallic silver. Making the image have more of a viewable meaning.

"But one of them has wings....and aren't they naked?"

I sighed at the little understanding of art... But I guess you weren't supposed to understand it...not really...it was supposed to make you feel something.

"Their naked because it represents vulnerability, he has wings because its supposed to be a sort of gender swap, Lillian, Adam and Eve sorta thing. Lillian was Adams first wife, but got banished, turned into a demon, Eve was Adams second wife... They weren't friends yet Adam...he loved them both."

"Oh, so this is Lewis, Alice and Edward."

"That's really bad, but you could say that..."

"And she's blindfolded and chained because?...."