My friend's amazing OC (Iofiel) once again x So lucky that I have permission to use her and love this little drabble as it is a tribute to both of our passions x
I sat in silence as Iofiel made huge strokes with the thin paintbrush in her hand. She had been working on the canvas for hours. Her gaze was steady and her wings barely rippled as she continued to add the final details.
As she breathed a sigh of relief I gasped.
'What, what's wrong with it?' she asked as she gripped her paintbrush and positioned it in a way that implied she was going to attack the blemish she thought was responsible for my reaction.
'Nothing it's perfect, it's beautiful… No adjective could describe this painting Ofi.'
'There is no such thing as a perfect painting Cel.'
'Oh there is. You just proved it. Are you proud of it Ofi?'
'Pride is a sin,' her tone was gentle and I knew the magnitude of her small smile.
'Whatever you say. It really is a powerful image. I love the silver of the chains and how the cracks are starting to appear. The contrast of shadow and light… sorry I'm going English Literature mode again aren't I?'
Ofi giggled as she walked back to look at her work, I grabbed her arm as she bit her lip.
'Don't you dare touch it! Like I said it is perfect, no more needs to be added.'
The painting was set in a library with high mahogany shelves as the background. In the foreground was an open book with dark electric leaping out from the pages. Enochian letters were shooting upwards and from the corners of the book were chains that held an angel captive. The angels face was blurred aside from two distinct purple orbs were their eyes would be. The chains were coiled around the angel's arms and they were draped over their lilac tipped wings.
'This should be in a gallery somewhere.'
'No it is for our eyes only. I appreciate your support though Celeste over these last couple of days.'
Iofiel beams at me, black acrylic paint smeared across her forehead and white paint was splattered across her cheeks.
'You know you're not meant to be painting a portrait right?' I joked as she gave me a playful shove.
'Come on let's get the guys.'
Before we leave to fetch them I admired the painting once more and felt tears prick my eyes for I knew the truth behind the image. I knew Ofi's struggles…
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