Chapter 78
[A/N: I am disappointed with the number of reviews TATM has gotten.. For all the hue and cry I get over not updating that story, there aren't any reviews which prove that people really wanted to read it. Ohh well, I am going already half crazy here, regarding personal stuff.]
Completely, Purely, Unadulterated white was her state when he hadn't touched her. But then, when he approached her, there was something that ached in him. He already had colors on his hands... Why not color her the way he wanted to?
Everytime she appeared before her, she was color of her own. Yes, it was true that he named each and every color that she would so adoringly wear, but then, this was a once in a lifetime chance of covering each and every inch of hers into a myriad of pigments.
His hands trembled as the prospective ran through his mind. It was an amazing idea. With hurried feet he reached where she was sitting with expectant eyes, and for the first time, smiled at her the way she used to at him.
She was going to be his canvas. It was even more beautiful than she being immortalized on a canvas.
He reached her, and touched her cheek gently. A streak of yellowish red smeared across her skin. She smiled back at him understanding what he was doing.
He leaned downwards, merging her lips with his, while his other hand traced her forearm, leaving a bluish-green color on her.
Next his hands moved to her collarbone, both his hands coloring her into a rainbow of colors there.