Chapter 44
[A/N: I am glad you people like the nicknames. Because if you remember right, I still haven't disclosed her name. What is she turns out to be Swayam morphed into a girl's avatar? :P I hope that thought gave you a colossal heart attack. I have been getting some amazing guest reviews, I would love to know your names so that I can thank you guys. I wanna howl a big shout out to NJ! Because your comments are always amazing.. And my thanks to you for those comments were due! Thanks a ton, love!]
"And you must paint, true?" She asked back, amusement clear on her face.
He smiled, understanding that she understood already. Still, he would continue this game of hers; it wasn't as if he had an option or control when things came to her.
He remembered all the time he had spent in France, Spain and Greece and smiled. How he would have loved if she had met him there. She would have made the most amusing muse there ever was.
He was silent for a while, his eyes painting a vivid portrait of hers as if there was really a brush in his hand, immortalizing her on canvas just seemed like an idea that was hard to let go.
She waited for his answer, but when he didn't, she moved out of the lake, and came slithering by his side. She was completely wet, and now transparent, and looked delightfully delicious.
She was sitting on the dark grass right now, and he couldn't help but bend down to her level involuntarily to lean in for a kiss.
Something in her smile made him stop that very instant, and realize he was so close to losing to her.
"Alright... I do paint. How did you figure?" He asked, straightening up, a little irritated at his resolve being wavered.
"Very few can differentiate Cerulean from Azure, My Precious..." She smiled, her blinding, intoxicating smile, and he almost forgot to breath.
"Now answer my question, Azure..." He breathed, leaning again.