Beyond Time (closed)

[heartofcourage]

Dylan simply held Ashien while he slept, letting him get the sleep that he so desperately needed. She closed her eyes as well, resting until he finally woke and she moved to get some of their supplies. Curled up in his lap, she started to sketch. It was just a little drawing of him, made with simple lines and shades, but it was clear how much she noticed about his face and just how much she adored him as well.

 

[KieranSoares]

Even with his own sketch pad at hand, Ashien simply watched Dylandra work in a sort of contented silence, mildly curious as he saw she noticed as much detail in his features as he did in hers.

 

[heartofcourage]

"I do spend most of my waking hours staring at your face. You're also one of the most handsome men I've ever seen in my life." Dylan said as Ashien watched her work so closely, her gaze traveling from the surface of the book to his own dark eyes. "I mean it too. You take my breath away with how perfect your features are."

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien chuckled softly to himself. "I've been told I have a good face for sculpting and drawing. I don't know if anyone's called it perfect, though. That's usually what I think of you." He stole a light kiss then and began sketching on his own pad on the arm of the chair.

 

[heartofcourage]

"You just like my blonde hair." Dylan teased as he kissed her gently and then started to sketch in his own book. "You like that it finally makes you stand out in this family of dark hair and eyes because you love to show off."

 

[KieranSoares]

"It's certainly a bonus. But there's more to it... maybe it's the difference in time, but I've never seen anyone who looked anything like you. No similar features or shapes, no one with the same shade of hair... When I said you're exotic to me, I meant it." As he spoke, figures emerged from the lines on his sketch pad, and he smiled to himself when it became clear that it was himself and Dylandra.

There had been a painting in her time in Darkwood, one of Lord Ashien and Lady Dylandra together in the private gallery. Dylandra's back had been to the viewer, bare with her golden hair cascading down as she stood in Ashien's arms. Ashien's face was just visible against her shoulder, his eyes looking outward as he held and loved his wife, on the verge of making love. That had been the painting that had perhaps first made Dylandra in her time dream of joining Ashien in bed. And now, here in his arms in Inverness, she saw the sketch that would eventually result in that very painting.

 

[heartofcourage]

"I've seen this painting before." Dylan said gently as she watched him work. "It used to hang in the ballroom. It was one of my grandfather's favorite pieces that you had done. He said nothing else matched its passion."

Dylan leaned in and kissed his cheek as he sketched, chuckling to herself at a distant memory. "When I was old enough to want to explore my body, that painting gave me so many hours of fulfillment as I dreamed about the mysterious man that was staring into my soul." She whispered that against his ear, a secret just for him.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien smirked to himself, and though he wouldn't admit it, he felt his ego practically purring at that kind of praise. "Hm... Then maybe I should make more like it. For our own private gallery in the studio."

 

[heartofcourage]

"I'm sure I can give you lots of inspiration." Dylandra said with a grin, nuzzling against his cheek as he mentioned their private studio. "I'll allow it on one condition. When I die, I want the more intimate paintings destroyed. I don't want to be an object of desire for anyone but you."

 

[KieranSoares]

"Never," he smirked. "Even if I have to bury them somewhere, no image of you deserves to be destroyed."

 

[heartofcourage]

"You filthy old man. You just want something to fuel your lust when I'm old and grey and feeble." Dylan said as he told her that he would never destroy the images once they were drawn.

 

[KieranSoares]

"As long as you're still around, I won't need them," he promised. "Though I may peruse occasionally for... scholarly reasons." He chuckled deeply at that and his gaze challenged her to stop him.

 

[heartofcourage]

"You want to use them to brag." She said as his gaze challenged her to stop him from doing anything. "But I swear to God, if I hear you've shown a single brother or friend, I will have your hide."

 

[KieranSoares]

"I'm very selfish about my paintings of beautiful women," he assured her, and then added to tease her, "There are some even you don't know about."

 

[heartofcourage]

“Were they lovers or models? I’ll only forgive one.” Dylandra said with an eyebrow quirked.

 

[KieranSoares]

"They were before I even knew of you, love. But two were both," he answered honestly. "Save those two, every other woman I've ever painted has been clothed and usually married."

 

[heartofcourage]

“I’m clothed and married. That doesn’t mean that you don’t still want to see me naked.” She said with a small smile on her face.

 

[KieranSoares]

"You're different," Ashien reminded. "One of the many reasons I married you is because I like you with or without clothes."

 

[heartofcourage]

“You’re a rogue.” Dylan said as she leaned in to kiss her husband, chuckling as they made contact.

 

[KieranSoares]

"And yet you choose to remain with me. It's your own fault at this point." Ashien stole another kiss before returning to his sketch. The idea deeply interested him, something to leave for Dylandra when he was away from home perhaps.

 

[heartofcourage]

Dylan snuggled up against her husband as he went back to his sketching. She enjoyed moments like this, lazy ones where there was no darkness. Ashien was light and calm, focused on something that he enjoyed greatly.

"Maybe before we go back home, we can visit the ocean. I always enjoyed getting away to the shore with my grandpa when I was little. He made it seem like such a magical place." Dylan murmured softly, watching as his long fingers sketched in sure motions. "Only this time I won't have a bikini to wear."

 

[KieranSoares]

"A what?" He asked with a chuckle at the odd word, pausing for a moment to look at her.

 

[heartofcourage]

“A bikini.” Dylan said, opening her sketchbook to draw him a simple little image of a woman wearing a bikini. “You wear it when you go swimming.”

 

[KieranSoares]

"Do people really walk around practically naked in your time?" He asked with curiosity rather than being appalled like some in his time might've been.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Well, we do wear more comfortable clothing, nothing quite so elaborate, but most of us are hardly as naked as this most of the time.” Dylan said with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “I guess it never really crossed my mind.”