Effeminate: Being Cared For | COMPLETED

Palette

Nuzzling the fabric she wore she smiled catching the perfume in her nostrils—the shirt carried her scent—moving on to the hoodie she smiled brighter, it too carried her scent.

They weren’t just comfortable much more than her damp clothes from earlier, warm and cozy too—just like her clothes before the rain had unexpected poured down whilst they were in the middle of a mid-afternoon ice cream break.

She was a bit saddened her ice cream date did not go according to plan but she got happier running in the ran with Avra—Avra trying her best not to get her wet and sick by using her jacket as her umbrella, Sheen liked her doing that but she wanted to get soaked by the rain just as much.

Picking up her pace she had slipped away from the jacket and soon enough her floral printed dress was drenched in rain, the once knee length dress stuck to her thighs mid way was she ran—splashed into paddles.

The cold droplets ran down from her hair to her face, each getting caught in her eyelashes having her wipe them away every now and then.

Little play time was over once Avra caught up to her, securely placing the Jacket over head she explained how she could get sick—a continuous rant really going strong as ever well until Sheen placed a kiss on her lips.

It wasn’t as long as those they shared before but it was long enough to leave Avra stunned, the now dry jacket wet and useless in her right hand nearly touching the floor.

Sheen happy spun around then run into the apartment building she had grown familiar with the few visits she made.

Generously Avra had given her a set of clothes to change into and a towel to use after taking a long hot bath.

And now she was here staring at herself in the mirror—smiling at herself in Avra’s clothes she didn’t plan on returning.

Avra was in a changed set of clothes too, arranging materials at the coffee table—from where she stood she looked cute arranging the pencils in terms of height, then she ran to the kitchen once the kettle finished heating the water.

Two mugs placed down the coffee table she nodded her head in pleasure, hands over her hips she was proud—a newly set date after the destruction outside.

“I think we’re almost set.”

Sheen hummed as she got closer taking up the scenery. A newly purchased sketch book, two to three sharpened pencils, an eraser and five shades of the colour grey, blue and purple.

All colours Sheen considered her favourite. Right above the sketch book was a bowl of fruit—picking up the apple she stared at Avra. “Why is the apple half eaten?”

Well, she might have gotten a bit starved with all the moving up and down and took a bite—two and a decent half bite—when she realised that was her last apple, she hadn’t had any so she placed back—Sheen could still draw it right?

“To give you more of an artistic challenge. You know get the carvings of my teeth right not just a plain apple.”

Laughing Sheen handed her the apple—it was as good as useless if she left it with the rest because she wasn’t going to draw it or let Avra be apple starved.

“I don’t think I’ll be good at sketching, I haven’t done it in a while.” she pursed her lips taking a seat.

“You don’t have to be good at it you have to enjoy.” Avra pushed, biting down the apple she used her hand to give Sheen the sketch book and the mug of lemon tea. Another bite at the apple she chewed as Sheen drunk her tea. “I’ll beside you not watching you or pressuring you—take your time. Just that banana and peach.”

Her smile was enough to push her—trying wasn’t as bad right even if didn’t turn out as she wished, she tried.

It wasn’t like she lost interest—okay maybe she did—the last time she touched a pencil to draw was before Isis, she couldn’t look at a sketch book the same—Isis did motivate her into drawing.

She felt kind of lost after that—in everything. Looking up from the sketch book on her lap she stared at Avra—just a try for her.

The mug had been placed down on the coffee table again before she picked up the pencil—contrary to Avra’s request she wasn’t going to sketch the bowl, something more captivating and difficult to capture.

The smooth surface of the pencil felt familiar between her fingers brought back memories both good and bad—the good outweighing the bad.

She had studied Avra before from afar and up close but never so intensely and for the purpose of capturing her.

Every once in a while she giggled at sometimes Avra had done, at first she had burnt her tongue with her tea immediately forming a pout on her face—in frustration she left the mug on the coffee table upset as that was the three time she burnt herself.

In a matter of minutes into the movie, Sheen had her feet on top of the couch as the sketch book rested against her thighs—Avra had her crossed but still holding then up with both her arms them, she was leaned forward invested in the movie.

Sheen liked the crease on her forehead as she tried to understand the plot, the sudden moment of realisation then her face light up and she clapped her hands together before mumbling to herself.

She was wrong each time she made an assumption she thought was correct.

Sheen giggled, each time her hand had been tracing on the paper—every so now and than Avra looked over with a smile, a moment to a minute of intensely staring into her eyes.

Then she would look away and pretend it didn’t happen. All for an hour until Sheen spoke, “I think I’m done.”

“Goodie! Can I see?” Avra asked her attention on the sketch book more than on nervous Sheen, swiftly nodding she handed it over.

Avra grew silent, looking up from the sketch to Sheen then back again—she was dazzled.

There were three sketches and all of Avra—one had her pouting as she stared down at the mug in hand with the half sketched exterior she occupied, the couch, lamp even the wall behind—the second one had taken up most of the middle of the page, she had herself hugging her legs as her head rested on her knees, the detail of her crease and slight pouted lips—the last was in the far corner just her smiling, this one looked more animated and cute.

“I love them so much.” Avra mumbled staring into Sheen’s eyes—she was relieved and happy and definitely enjoyed it after so long.

Placing the sketch book down on the table she leaned in, only a few inches away from her lips—her steady breath hit her lips.

“I want you to paint me.” no second later Sheen pulled her into a kiss, trapping her body under with hers.

Her skin caressing hers each time was something she adored—the sensation and the drive—each time a different venture, seeing each beautiful star.

Just the like feeling of a raindrop on her skin, a fresh breeze kissing her skin, the ray of sunlight—brust of colour—a venture to sky.