[Juneberry]

"Sure. Sound's fine to me." He nodded, taking a relaxed position by crossing his legs on the bed and putting his arms out so that he could hold his feet easily, looking at his friend easily. "Ready when you are."

((Sorry this post is lame :c))

[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.

[Juneberry]

Sayaku took a look at it quickly, staring closely at it to get a look at her work. "Woah- I really like this one! And usually I hate pictures of me." Chuckling, he smiled to Oliver. "I never noticed that I had those specks of lighter blue in my eyes. Good to know. It's funny. They look like electricity...But I love water and it doesn't cause an electric shock. Good thing not all things look like what they really are." He smiled to his friend. "Thanks for letting me be a model for one of your pieces, Olive."

[Honor]

She almost wanted to tell him about the meaning of those electric blue lines but she remained silent on the subject, at least that part of it. "I like your eyes. They're very captivating." She said in a soft voice, like she was conflicted if she wanted him to hear those words or not.

She quickly looked away from him and back to the painting. "Thank you, I'm glad you like it. Once it drys it's yours to do with as you please. We can even hang it in the room somewhere if you want. That is if you don't mind being stared at by yourself all the time." She flashed him a grin.

[Juneberry]

"Isn't that what happens when I look at the mirror in the bathroom anyway?" Sayaku chuckled, taking a seat on his bed once more, picking up his guitar soon afterward. "I may send it back home actually, afterwards. I bet even my sister would enjoy seeing your work." A grin was clear on his face as he began to strum one chord over and over. "Sis prefers visual things over sounds after all. So she'd like it."

[Honor]

Olivia laughed. "True." She agreed and went to sit beside him on his bed. "I bet she'd like that, having a painting of her older brother. I'll admit I'm a little envious of her. I always wanted an older brother." She said smiling. She did not give her reasons for this want, as she assumed that Saya would think she wanted an older brother to pal around with and to feel like 'one of the guys' with. Her real reason, however, was because she had wanted to feel safe. And while she could feel safe with her older sisters, mother and father there was something about the protection of a brother that was different.

[Juneberry]

"My sister would just like the way you did it, honestly. Whether it was of me or a tree, she'd be happy. Actually she'd really like the tree idea. My sister's a plant fanatic. Our house always smells nasty with all sorts of plants at once that really don't mix well together aromatically... I don't know how she stands all of those scents at once."

Sayaku chuckled, adding, "I never really worried about having an older sibling. I never worried about having a younger sibling either, even when I barely knew my sister. But I grew up in a place where everyone was like a sibling so I shouldn't really speak much, huh?"

[Honor]

Olive grinned. "I know what you mean. My sister closest to me in age, Faith, uses a rather wide variety of perfumes." She wrinkled her nose remembering the smells all together. "Walking into her room is deadly." She leaned back onto Saya's bed, her eyes falling on the silhouette of his back. She could see one single stray hair sticking unnaturally off his head from her new perspective. She resisted the urge to smooth it down and instead closed her eyes, breathing in her surroundings.

"I've always had my rather large family. It's hard for me to imagine otherwise... but it's also hard to see my town as a family. There really wasn't much of a sense of community there. There was a sense of pride though, they were very, very proud people." She smiled to herself, eyes still closed, remembering the crazy lengths people would go to to prevent anything from tarnishing their names. She had seen crazy things.

[Juneberry]

"That's where we're opposite. I'm used to a small family in a familiar town, you're used to a big family in a distant town. My sister's in the middle that way. She's used to a small family in a distant town. She grew up in a big city, separate from me, due to her health." Sayaku laughed. "I guess I'm the lucky one between us two. But I think we're all lucky in some way or another. Whether you have a big family, a small family or wherever you live...Having just a few people to trust is better then none, isn't it?"

[Honor]

He spoke of trust and Olivia recalled her words to her earlier. He had asked her is she trusted him to catch her, and she had told him yes. Those words were on her lips now. "Do you trust me?" She wanted to ask, but she remained silent choosing to open her eyes and stare at his back instead. It would be ironic if he did, considering she was lying to him right now. How would he react if he discovered it wasn't his friend Oliver laying here on his bed, but the girl Olivia? She let out a shaky but silent breath. She had been lying for two days and already her conscious bothered her. "Trust is important." She said finally, "And with us coming from such different backgrounds it seems we could teach each other a lot about it."

[Juneberry]

"That's true, trust is important. But it's hard to trust people sometimes, ain't it?" Sayaku smiled to his friend simply, looking at him now so that he was twisted awkwardly, one hand behind his back the other on the edge of the bed so that he was twisted at the hips. "I suppose it's possible to teach about it, but isn't it better to learn on our own to trust people? I don't know how you really can teach it."

[Honor]

"By example? Or simply being the one they trust." She suggested looking him in the eyes. Such beautiful eyes he had and it seemed every time she looked at them she was reminded of that fact over and over again. The lighting in the room was slightly darker, as result of the darkening sky outside, and it made sharp contrasts across his face, showing off every nook and cranny. She told herself she was noticing this because she was an artist and that was what artist did, but she wasn't sure how much of that was true.

[Juneberry]

Sayaku looked at him blankly. "Not sure if that teaches or not, but it does make sense in general." He smiled, though he started to study the boy's face. He as noticing small things on his friend's face as well. "You know, in this lighting it's easier to see what the others meant this morning. Your face is a tad more feminine in terms of the physical image of a girl. No offense meant, of course."

[Honor]

Pleasure swam throw her system for a moment and she felt her cheeks heat up. So he had noticed, only the slightest bit, but he had noticed. To her pride this was good. To her disguise this was bad. Yet despite the double edge of his comment she felt nothing but happiness. She struggled to keep her face nonchalant. It would not do to grin when 'he' had just been referred to as feminine.

She shrugged in an attempt at seeming unconcerned. "None taken. I get that a lot actually." She almost wanted to mention how his face seemed completely unfeminine to her, but decided it would be best to keep her mouth shut.

[Juneberry]

"I want your opinion on me too," Sayaku noted with a chuckle. "I get told I'm sorta girl-like a lot for some reason too. Not quite as much as you may, since you say it's a lot and after today I can see that as being the case. But... A lot of people say I like a bit feminine as well. Particularly my face apparently... Must be 'cause I have bigger eyes. What do you think?

[Honor]

"No." She said imediantly, without thinking, and then paused. "I mean, it's posibble if you look at each individual part of your face seprately. But when put together it is distinctly male." She said, then sat up to get a better look. She reached out her hand and ran it gently along his jaw line, feeling it's shape. "Your jaw is too firm to be.." She trailed off realizing what she was doing and took her hand away. "Oh, sorry, old habit. When I try to firgure out how to draw some things touching them helps." She laughed a little, embarrassed, her face coloring. How many times had she blushed tonight. "But your eyes are... well in my opinion the best feature on your face.