A collection of oneshots and drabbles featuring my two characters, Lucas and Cristi, from my other story, 'Strawberry Vapors'. In this particular book, it focuses on their lives before and after they first meet - that being the past, present and fu...
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Brown hues observed the paint smear onto the fabric of the canvas, her hand that loosely grips the paint brush between small fingers guiding the utensil across the white expanse, offers gentle strokes as a vivid mind full of imagination steadily comes to fruition in reality as a painting. Her nose wrinkles on occasion from the potent smell of the paint that penetrates her senses, and ears were tickled by the cute sounds of Sapphire, a tiny parrotlet whose feathers mimics blue hues of forget me nots who sat alone perched in her cage near a window. The birdie filled the living room with her incoherent, musical chirps while relishing in the radiance of the sun, brightens the interior of the space in a golden, soft glow where light snuck through glass barriers, signified the existence of dawn.
A multitude of tiny plants rooted inside small white pots sat on the windowsills under the sun's rays, a gentle zephyr blowing fresh air through a slightly cracked window as the commotion below on the street travels up on the air current into the quiet room. And a few large indoor plants stood tall against the walls while some were positioned beside the windows, their lush green leaflets offering mercy upon the young woman with their partial shade from full exposure of the golden orb's bright shafts of light, creates an atmosphere tranquil, one attractively akin to a forestry-like environment undisturbed from man's devices.
Chris had grown accustomed to mornings like these - weary eyes peeking through dark lashes as they flicker open from the breath of sleep, wakes up to a languid morn beneath ruffled thin sheets. But upon rising from slumber she finds pleasure in how her conscious lingers on a bridge where dreams reside, their appearance in the form of ghostly phantoms who live on the other side, though eventually, discovers herself stolen back into the real world she was born into through acts of love.
A concept beautiful to behold, yet, foreign to touch when first offered to her, and a tad afraid when that special someone introduced an endearing warmth into hands once cold and unaccompanied without a hand to hold, forsaken of affection absolutely yearned for.
But here while lost in these reveries as she daubs the bristles of the paint brush in another coat of paint off the wooden palette, between her lips slips out an inaudible gasp as her body jumps, obviously startled at the feel of two muscular arms encircling her waist from behind, ones whose touch she knew familiar, safe, and smelt like the comforts of home his tender embrace unspokenly signifies. Her back remains turned towards him as he stooped down to adjust half his height to her level where she sat on the stool in front of the easel. Briefly, brown eyes lull shut as her lover presses the side of his face against hers, and feels the tiny stiff hairs of his stubble growth rub against her cheek.
As the most observant between the two, Chris had grown unawareof Lucas's presence who stepped foot out of their master bedroom, and she tries to steady her heart rate from the jolt that arrived in silent surprise.
