[Honor]

Olivia stared at his face for a long moment before she even touched the paints. It didn't feel intrusive or uncomfortable to her, no she was a painter now and he was her art project. It was as natural as breathing to find every curve and line on his and to memorize it. And as she painted she found that his face was burned to the back of her eyelids.

She used a lot of grey, but a wide variety of shades. Then there was blue. It took her time to find the exact shade she wanted but when she did it fit perfectly, melting the painting together in a strange mystic sort of way. When she was finished she closed her eyes for a long moment, still seeing his face. The she turned to his and said with a smile. "It's done. It still needs to dry, but it's done."

The painting was a close up of Sayaku's face done in greys that seemed to blur as it left the focal point. That focal point was his eyes, colored in his exact shade of blue, but also littered about with electric blue lines that looked like lightning. This was how she saw his eyes, and how they made her feel when her eyes met his. This painting was her only way to express the attraction the gnawed at her. She prayed he couldn't see through it.