Captured

[kushiels_lady]

Dab, stroke, pause, and stroke again.

The soft bristles of the brush are lowered to the canvas, and sweep gently across the fabric. I listen carefully, as if it were music. His eyes are darkening again, and he shifts awkwardly in his seat. He stares hard into my face, and I acknowledge the soft lowering of lashes as he regards the shape of my chin

Comments

[sixdemonhag]

I just wanted to say that the way you write is absolutely beautiful, the way the words flow and emotions are conveyed. Very poetic. :)

[kushiels_lady]

Oh Mel *huggles* Coming from you, this means alot! You know how I adore your work...