Mateo
"Meravigliosa!" Mateo praises the stranger as she approaches, taking a long drag from his cigarette before setting it down and trading out paintbrush for pencil. Blue eyes brighten further to see her so confidently striking a pose against the backdrop of the light; one that has streamers of gold and white cascading against her body and has the botanist letting out a low whistle of appreciation.
"You are setting off my masterpiece," he informs her, glancing from the beauty before him to the one he's creating on his canvas, and he soon has a sketch worth adding to. "Molto bene, now if you could just stay a little longer..." Not wanting her to get bored or unbalanced (or a cramp), he works quickly with his watercolours, bringing out the ruby of her horns, the golden light against her rich hair, the brilliant patterns of her dress.
"Perfetta!" he exclaims when the base colours are down, Mateo lowering the canvas to let them dry in the sun. "Here, you see? You are just what it needed."
"You are setting off my masterpiece," he informs her, glancing from the beauty before him to the one he's creating on his canvas, and he soon has a sketch worth adding to. "Molto bene, now if you could just stay a little longer..." Not wanting her to get bored or unbalanced (or a cramp), he works quickly with his watercolours, bringing out the ruby of her horns, the golden light against her rich hair, the brilliant patterns of her dress.
"Perfetta!" he exclaims when the base colours are down, Mateo lowering the canvas to let them dry in the sun. "Here, you see? You are just what it needed."
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
