Irony
"My love, do you have my paint brush?" Damian, my boyfriend of three years called from the kitchen.
"No I haven't seen them." I called from the closet trying to get finished dressing.
"Honey, I really need them." He said walking into closet. He smiled wrapping his arms around my waist. "Baby why are you not ready yet?" He asked.
I looked down at my dress. It was dull. Only a shade. Black. I love the 'shade' but not when it could hold so much potential. "Damian it's only black! Not ever a 'real' color! It's plain!" I said. Damian chuckled, grabbing my hands and kissing my knuckles.
"Love, if you help me find my paint brushes I will show you a surprise for you." He whispered into my ear. I shivered.
"Fine." I huffed pulling him into the bathroom pulling his paint brushes out of the 'toothbrush holder'.
"Oh yeah ... I forgot I put them in there." He laughed. I kissed his cheek.
"My surprise?" I asked. He smiled brightly and pulled my into the living room. On the coffee table sat a big white box with a bouquet of white roses. My favorite! I squealed grabbing the roses smelling their beautiful pure scent. I sat down and slowly opened the box trying not to tear the box. Damian laughed at my carefulness. When I finally opened the box I was hit with the beautiful sight of a gorgeous elegant dress. But this dress was different. It looked like paint was splattered all over a black canvas. I grabbed Damian and kissed his face. "Thank you! Thank you! It's gorgeous!" Damian laughed and kissed me quickly on the lips.
"Go get dress beautiful." He said. I laughed rushing to the closet and stripping my clothes off. I pulled the dress on slowly trying not to mess up my makeup or hair. The dress fits like a glove. It is absolutely the most beautiful thing I own. Damian knocked on the closet door. "May I come in, love?" He asked.
"Yes!" I yelled excitedly. He chuckled, opening the door. He looked me over and smiled.
"Beautiful as ever!" Damian said. He grabbed my arms and pulled me into his. "I also got you something else my love." He added.
"No. Damian I don't need you buying me things like this."
"I want to show you how much I love you. I can't even express my love for you Celestia. You make me happy. You are my muse." He said kissing my cheek. "Stay here my love." Damian ordered. I rolled my eyes.
He returned with a smaller box. "This is for my favorite artist." He said I blushed when he opened it and pulled out matching necklace and earrings shaped like paint brushes. He moved my hair out of the way and carefully put the necklace on me.
"Damian, please, this is all too much!"
"No it's not. Not for the love of my life." He answered. I blushed kissing him. I got up and looked into the mirror putting the earrings in. He followed me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek. "Now, we are going to be late, my love."
I smiled and picked my shoes from off the floor. Damian grabbed them and pulled me to the bed. I sat down as he kneeled down putting them on my feet. I laughed at his sweetness and pulled him up with me.
He grabbed both of our coats as I grabbed my clutch. I locked the door behind us as Damian put on his jacket. He put mine on my shoulders. We walked out of the building with the doorman nodding his head and congratulating Damian on his pieces being shown in the local museum. That's where we are going all dressed up. It's a great honor for his art to be shown in the museum. Usually buyers just buy his art and do as they please but recently an art critic has been saying wonderful things about his art. He even had them judge my art and put in with his as a collection. They didn't want to agree but he made it loud and clear that he wasn't going to let him take his art without mine.
