No matter that you've been standing and exposed for hours. The place is clean and extremely comfortable, isn't it? Don't complain so much, you're lying on expensive sheets, with the considerably vampiric landscape of Romania outside the window.

Eleazar's long, pale fingers have been holding a brush for so long - he's probably cramped, his fingers tingling from constant numbness, but this damn man refuses to stop painting the canvas almost filled with details.

Just a few white spaces, just a few more hours. Hold on, please.

"Wait, my love," Eleazar sighed, tilting his head to give a subtle glance at you. The details are so lifelike - he draws absolutely everything, from the inner coloring of your intimate part to the way your eyes tear from tiredness,

how your muscles seem more tense than they would commonly be, how your thighs flex every now and then from being open for such a long time, but he definitely loves the detail of making your mouth wet and slightly open to breathe.

It seems kind of uncomfortable, but believe me, it will be worth it. "Just a little more, darling. You're doing so well."

( art by imar_gg on TwiX )