#29 – Curves and Angles
His hand skimmed across the paper, filling the blank page with what was fast becoming recognisable as his muse. She sat by the window, a wistful look in her eyes as she gazed out over the city.
The outline done, he began to fill in the features: the curl of her eyelashes that bordered pools of the deepest green, the angles of her nose and jaw, the gentle curve of her mouth as the trace of a smile flickered across it.
He let her shoulders fade into soft green shading on the paper, concentrating only on the face. Highlighting her strong cheekbones, and adding his own touch of a glimmer of hope in the eyes, he finished with her hair. As he framed her face in waves of black and brown, she looked up and he smiled, turning the portrait to show her. She gasped at how perfectly he'd captured every curve and angle, and as he set it on the wall with his countless other works, she took his hand and led him to the bed, where she imagined she was a canvas being painted under his jewelled hands.