Someone save me from my boredom
He glanced up from the page and smiled a little before going back to his work. He was almost done, he just needed a little bit more.
The more color he put to the page, the more it came to life. He always wanted his colors to be vibrant but accurate. After about 15 minutes, he was almost done. There was only one element left uncolored. Her. He wanted to save her for last.
He started coloring her in, taking the opportunity to stare at her. She was so pretty and she was an essential part of the picture so he had to make sure it was perfect.
"Stop moving!" He called with a chuckle. "It's hard to get the right colors when you're constantly moving in and out of the light."
He returned to his coloring, working diligently since he knew that she wouldn't stay like that for long.
When he finally finished, he sat back with a smile. A scarily lifelike recreation of the image in front of him sat on the page. It always weirded people out how realistic it looked but that was just his thing. He had to find something to do while stuck in orphanages.
He instantly pulled his sketchpad to his chest. "Promise you won't judge me?" He was always scared of showing people his sketchpad since they always thought he was a freak for drawing such realistic pictures.
He sighed softly and handed it to her. He pulled his eyes away, looking towards the lake so he wouldn't see her judging stare when she got weirded out like everyone else.
Angel didn't know how long she was staring at the drawing before she snapped out of her daze. It was so vibrant and lifelike. He had captured the scene perfectly. She shifted so that her head was laying in the boy's lap and she could see his face. "You, sir, are a beautiful creature too great for this earth." she whispered with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She had never been so moved by a piece of art. "How are you not off in an art studio, making a living already?"
He blushed red, rubbing the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile. "Kinda hard to when you're underage and constantly being passed around foster houses like a regifted Christmas sweater nobody wants."
"Oh, yeah, I guess that would make it hard." she replied, putting a hand on her chin. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers. "I've got it! We can just run away! That would be fun, right? Just the two of us, living in the wild, fending for ourselves. I've always wondered what it would be like to elope."
His eyes widened in shock. Elope?! She can't be serious! "I-I think you might be going a bit far with this, Angel. I mean, w-we did just meet yesterday."
(Hey, I think it fits with her character! Sometimes autocorrect knows best)
"Well, you still said it." He chuckled. "I'm going to assume that means you like the picture?"
"Well, I'm glad. Most people just get weirded out by how realistic it is and then avoid me."
"Or you just have a really weird one." He chuckled, blowing his hair out of his eyes.
"What, these ones?" He fluttered them at her with a smile. "Honestly, I'm not sure about that. I think they're kinda boring. All dark and plain."
She smiled back at him and said, "On the contrary. They're fascinating. The bright blue swimming around with darker hues and flecks of greens and yellows. It all ties perfectly into your dark pupils like a flower." She spoke as if she was describing an unimaginable beauty, which to her, she was.
(This is just how I imagined them. Sorry if I'm way off. 😅)
(Nah, I'm chill with it!)
"Wow, you're really good at describing things. Ever considered being a writer with that level of detail?"