Jean’s fingers ran through his light brown ash colored hair. His eyes were focused on the different paints that were kept in front of him for his use. Eyes looking back and forth from you to his canvas.

“I’m almost finished, beautiful.” His raspy but slight Alsatian accent was heard. He let out a slight groan after realizing he lost focus on what he was doing.

Completely forgetting which paints he tried putting together after getting lost in your eyes vibrant, watercolor eyes. (lana ref heh)