While Sharon doesn't look at him, Mayerling focuses his attention on the self-portrait of Sharon—imagining her removing the blindfold that keeps her from others, at least when she's around him. Though he's had this sort of conversation before, never in an art museum, never before art someone painted, never entirely like this—
His heart beats thunderously loud, and he ignores it to gently memorize each and every word Sharon says, along with her heartbeat, where sweat forms on her body and how it smells, the sounds of her eyes looking around away from him and eventually to him, and—
Everything inside him slams into a wall of feeling unguarded at her smile. Mayerling picks himself and his emotions up, a few more shaken loose than he'd let them be before. He's weak to that confident smile and surety Sharon has in herself. "I like you, Sharon Da Silva," Mayerling says.
"I am yours to know and to be around," and so much more as soon as she is ready for it, "I am sure that you will look at me and my art with as sharp of eyes. You'll see me and know me for it. I want you to. You are welcome to my coffin at any time."
He wants to offer her everything but does not. It is still only a first date. "Thank you, for showing me yourself and your art." This whole place is incredible, and all the art pales next to hers.
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His heart beats thunderously loud, and he ignores it to gently memorize each and every word Sharon says, along with her heartbeat, where sweat forms on her body and how it smells, the sounds of her eyes looking around away from him and eventually to him, and—
Everything inside him slams into a wall of feeling unguarded at her smile. Mayerling picks himself and his emotions up, a few more shaken loose than he'd let them be before. He's weak to that confident smile and surety Sharon has in herself. "I like you, Sharon Da Silva," Mayerling says.
"I am yours to know and to be around," and so much more as soon as she is ready for it, "I am sure that you will look at me and my art with as sharp of eyes. You'll see me and know me for it. I want you to. You are welcome to my coffin at any time."
He wants to offer her everything but does not. It is still only a first date. "Thank you, for showing me yourself and your art." This whole place is incredible, and all the art pales next to hers.