Building 01005

blossoms

Allen carried Lullah to a chair placed somewhere near the canvas and set her down gently. He turned to a jar on the floor where various brushes soaked in vinegar water, then he pulled a nearby towel to his side. 

"If you reach next to the chair on your right there should be some paint and watercolor pallets in a bin. Try to grab the jar full of skin-safe acrylics next to that bin," he murmured as he got his brushes ready.  She watched him for a little; lightly curled brown hair falling just above his brows that furrowed with concentraition. She traced the line of his nose down to his lips. Her sight narrowed with the curve of his chin. 

"Lullah,"

"Hm?" Lullah blinked and he smirked. 

"The paints?"

"Oh right! Yeah," she handed the jar of acrylics to him and he picked out various greens and greys and pinks. He dragged over a small white plate and squeezed a small dollop of each color onto it. After laying out all the brushes, Lullah pulled off her leggings and sat with one of her legs resting on his shoulder. 

"It's going to be a little cold, is that alright?" he asked dipping a medium-sized brush into a light green. She nodded. Allen looked along the curve of her calf that faded to her thigh. She noticed a bruise on her inner thigh. He wiped the green of the brush and dipped into a light pink and went to work. There, now it's a rose. He smiled at his work and looked up to her. Her face matched the pink of the small rose. 

"What do you think?" he asked nervously. She smiled and nodded with tears in her eyes. 

"It's beautiful," she leaned further back it the chair and exposed more of her leg so then he could do more work. 

"Have you ever done this before?" she asked. He shook his head. 

"But I do like it a lot. Your body is better than an easel," he paused. "Sorry, I shouldn't have–"

"No worries, Love."

Time went on and soon her legs were covered in leaves vines and roses. Lullah looked down and smiled at the work he had done. 

"May you continue?" she asked. Allen thought for a moment. He'd done the entirety of both of her legs. 

"Where would I paint?" he asked. 

"Is it dry yet?"

"Yeah, sure it is but where would I paint?" he repeated. Lullah stood up and stripped off her sweater to reveal flesh and more flesh. Then she lay herself out on the ground below and before him. 

"Turn me into a sky," she requested. Lullah moved her hair from her shoulders and closed her eyes. 

"Alright," Allen turned to get more paint, still a little stunned. Maybe this was the painting. She was it. As he started again her breathing staggered and she smiled. 

"The brush feels very cold and nice, are you sure you've never done this?"

"No, never, why?" 

She opened her eyes and looked at him. A smile curved on her lips. "You're very gentle."

His face heated up and he continued to paint. The sky started as a light blue but got darker around her collarbone. 

"Uhm... what do I do here?" he sighed. 

"Turn them into clouds," she said. It sounded genuine so he did. 

"I can't paint the clouds if you keep laughing!" 

Her chest heaved and bounced with laughter. "What? It tickles!" she laughed some more and Allen threw his head back and started chuckling. 

"Okay, okay, I'm all good. You can start again," her body relaxed once more as he continued. She occasionally hummed and he soon reached her jawline. It was dark purple. 

"This sounds weird but... I want to put this in my museum," Allen said getting up. She opened her eyes, still laying on the ground.

"How will you do that?" she said calmly. 

"Pictures?" he asked. 

"You look nervous," Lullah teased. "Of course you can, it is your work after all."

"Yes! Thank you so much you have no idea!" he skipped out of the room and returned with a camera. He took a couple shots full body. Then he snapped a few certain areas. He brushed a wisp of hair from her face and took a picture of her. She smiled shyly and he took another. 

"Don't you want pictures of a woman with two regular eyes?" she asked. Her tone turned somber. He shook his head.

"I'd much rather have a picture of a strong woman's face," he smiled and lightly caressed her bruised eye. She blushed and stood up. She walked over to a full body mirror and looked at the painting. She gasped and looked. 

"Allen..." 

"Hm?"

"It's really marvelous... I want to hug you but you're wearing a white shirt," she laughed. 

"No worries," he pulled her in and the two held one another for a few seconds. Then a few seconds more. 

"I'll run a bath for you." 

As she slipped in, the water turned into a tranquil of green and blue and pink with white swirls. He left the bathroom to clean up his workspace, but just before he looked in the mirror at the shirt. Then he chuckled. 

"Hehe, clouds."