a preliminary assessment paints her sylphine, with willowy hands  &  trembling fingers,  her skin is supple ,  unblemished  &  her hair ,tousled yet,  in her assiduity left unnoticed.  she was a stalwart assistant  &  riveted by the world’s unknowns , they were a parallel of flesh  &  chalk.  she had noticed her observer,  beyond the shimmering rims her eyes rise,  so does the color to her cheeks.  It was a splendid contrast ,  stowed away for an eventide sketch. his was a small notebook,  pages crisp  &  stark ,  many were congested with columns of meticulous notes, the occasional illustration  -  then,  there was her,  an artist's rendition of the one who sat across from him, enthralled by the worlds at her disposal. “  sucrose ,  may i have a moment.”  he requests ,  calling her to stand before him.  she looks apprehensive  &  as his hand may reach for her ,  she almost recoils,  taut beneath his touch.  unabashed , as he caresses her cheek,  enrapt in his investigation.  her skin ,  for the most part,  was pliable,  there was a softness unlike his own,  across the bridge of her nose &  intermittently across her cheeks were the faintest freckles ;  he had not noticed them before.  They brush across her cheeks  &  settle for a moment upon her lips.  they were a soft ,  subtle roseate  &  if  he looked close enough he might see them tremble with anticipation.   “  su  -”  he had gone to address her but was silenced as her lips pressed firmly to his own.  It was as if all that had coiled within her ,  wound to an impossible tension had finally ruptured.  In that moment ,  transient as it were ,  he ,  who was filled with so much knowledge was uncertain what to do with his hands -  how he should react. “ sucrose.”  he murmured against her lips, their breath mingling.  “  it will make it difficult to paint you accurately,  if you move without warning.” 

you just wait for the kiss im going to write for you.

rapt attention delineated by expression alone;  studious eyes shone lucent beyond the rims of circular glass,  they devour without relent & are impelled by an endless hunger. deft fingers caress the interpretation of skin, soft, supple, yet without flaw, far too sublime to be born of mortal womb. “ do you find it captivating ?” his baritone dismantles their silent practice,  unbothered as he is branded by dark, sable ink. he too, found it enthralling, for the existence of his master’s creations were an enigma, from a land and world bygone from theirs. desperate are the fingers that outline his throat, they crave the unknown, to unveil the truths of artificial cruor  &  blemishless ivory husk.   “ you may begin the procedure whenever you see it fit  ,  sucrose.”  after all, she had been hesitating,  holding her breath  just a little longer than usual.