He is watercolor.
She is charcoal.
He flows along the pages wherever he pleases; leaving behind a dull pigment. Some people adore it, some find it hard to use in a canvas like theirs. He wants to be bolder, brighter, leaving him in a limbo.
She leaves boldness, controlling her path. Her lines are dark so everyone can see. She takes over the piece, conforming all the medias to what SHE wants. Despite her confidence, she's easy to smudge.
When the two meet on the canvas, they are close to perfection. He flows, filling in for her sharp precision. Her boldness makes his dullness seem brighter, making a piece that surely cannot go unnoticed.
