#thefallenstarter

There were many things that Eilise had come to enjoy: the sound of pencil chafing against paper as she drew, the feel of a cool breeze against her skin, and the way her body trembled in the wake of an orgasm. She glanced around the gardens, drawing pad in hand, as she looked for a place to sit. It needed to be perfect with the right lighting and in vicinity of something beautiful to make up for the lack in composition... but everything was beautiful in the gardens. Even the weeds were misleading with their vibrant colors. It gave her a false sense of security—a hope that perhaps she too could be beautiful in this magical place. Eilise decided on a location, laying a blanket on the ground before seating herself atop it. She fixed her dress so she could more comfortably sit, but there was no one around to trail their eyes up her alabaster skin—no one to frown at her or recoil should she decide to distract herself on her little escapade outside.

She smiled to herself as her fingers laid out her oil paints and brushes. The sun was just about to set, which meant Eilise had a very narrow window of opportunity to paint. She began to drown out other noises as she popped open the little pot she held her linseed oil in. The gentle fragrance of the medium was always one of her favorites. Her hands situated the drawing pad in her lap, picking a brush swiftly, all the while fixating her eyes on a flower beginning to close in on itself. The next few minutes were a blurry haze of motion. Delicate strokes of paint dashed across the page and occasionally stained her fingers. Eilise had a habit of brushing back her hair or touching her neck not realizing she had paint on her fingers, and she had done just that. Eventually, she had to stop. The flower had completely shut the world away, and there was no way she was going to try and replicate its beauty from memory. So, Eilise set the pad of paper aside and stretched out on the blanket for a much needed break.