If you were to paint her [Celeste] again some night, I wonder what colors and designs you would use? Also, have you ever wanted to paint Santiago as well?
Our skin makes a wonderful canvas, hard and smooth and tight like a piece of canvas stretched over wood. Immortal skin is not full of the oils and moisture that mortal skin has, mortal skin that easily disturbs the placement and consistency of paint. I know this because I have tried to paint on young men and women before, but to little satisfying effect.
I think if given the chance, I would like to take my time on Celeste’s skin. The first time, though neither of us felt particularly rushed, my desire for her overwhelmed the artist in me. Lines were hastily drawn and I did not apply the same consideration with strokes that I do when I am painting on a real canvas.
I would start on her shoulders with a small pointed tip, and I would begin to cover her body in a delicate, intricate lace pattern. I would have to leave her neck and chest bare for my lips, but I would paint her breasts and stomach, down her ribs, and finally down her legs. I think that I would stop once I had reached her thighs. This would take an exhaustibly long time, but I am certain by the end of it she would be still eager for more. But I just wish to apply delicate precision to her body, and the necessary attention would let me stare at every portion of her body unflinching and close. I would be able to run my nose against her soft female skin, and blow the paint to help it dry. By keeping my designs small, I am able to serve every inch of her body with touch and appreciation.
I would use black and red and gold because those are my most favourite colours and dark tones favour her hair and skin.
Ah, but I would love to paint the two of them side by side, to have them both underneath me and my brush, and share the two of them and myself amongst them. Santiago would be just as lovely a canvas, wouldn’t he?
Unfortunately, the story between the three of us was left unfinished. We were not able to share many of the intimate details shared between the three of us during my time with Celeste. There was no jealousy in either of us toward the other. Instead, we allowed each other to express a certain amount of mutual appreciation to the other. Santiago and I shared our own moments together, and it is with regret that we were not also able to share them with everyone. Perhaps one day with his consent, I will be able to finish that story.