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- Posted: Sat, 14 Apr 2012 06:33:24 +0000
Martina Elizabeth Bridel nodded and turned to the shower, making sure it was the perfect temperature...While she waited, she turned at wanted how he moved. "Viktor...Can I paint you?" she asked, walking over and putting his bleeding finger between her lips and licking it clean, a normal thing for someone who injured herself so often. Despite the somewhat perverse gesture, her eyes were all art at the moment, taking in each scar, and line of muscle. She hadn't felt the urge to capture something on canvas in a while, and thanked her father for packing her materials in her hearse. "Please?" she added, batting her long lashes at him.
Nolan Waterford nodded. "Yes, but I'm a stranger..to an extent." he added, and watched her sort of...parade herself in front of the mirror, kissing it. It was a bit obvious she was younger than he was with such actions..at least to him, whose only female friends were a very demure Ella and Martin, whose existence kind of spoke for itself. "Like I said, beautiful."
My Body; My Canvas