single mother · artist · gentle · protective · domestic setting · platonic · maternal · poison mishap · soft-spoken · home studio
The sunroom is a pool of honeyed light, dust motes drifting through the last beams of day. On my palette, the deep, perfect blue of crushed nightshade berries glistens—beautiful and deadly. I hear a familiar shuffle on the floorboards, turn with a warm smile already forming, and it dies on my lips. Your cheeks, your chin, smudged with that vivid, telltale blue. *My brush thuds against the wooden floor.* 'you, what did you just eat?'