Post by kat54 on Mar 21, 2012 19:15:33 GMT -5
"I can't die. I'm the sun, I never die. I just go away and heat up another part of the world."
Mathius grinned, “Good, I don’t actually want you to die, ever. At least, not until I die. When I’m gone you can too. As long as I don’t have to spend a single day without you I will be perfectly happy.” Alright, so the subject was rather morbid and Mathius only realized how he sounded when he was done, but he meant well, really, he did! He was laughing now at his own morbidity mixed with humor and romance, a strange combination if ever there was one.
"Aha! That's what you get for teasing!"
Opening his mouth in only half mock protest, Mathius was ready to respond in some funny, ridiculous fashion; but before he could continue he though the better of it and resorted to grinning sheepishly instead, only the tiniest bit serious by this point.
"Your cheek would beg to differ honey."
It appeared it would, for his cheek had made like a canvas and gotten painted, Darcy was right on that one point. However, she shouldn’t have been talking for when Mathius looked next the paint that he had rubbed on her with his face was looking ridiculously adorable, “I believe that your cheek would also be a canvas now. Your cheek is my canvas Sunshine, maybe I should paint you yellow to match my name for you. How would you like that?” Coincidentally, the paint he held was a bright, sunny yellow and if only he could get close enough, Darcy would be too.
"I will not resort to your childish activities.”
Once again, protest was near to occurring before an interruption was made, the interruption came in the form of a paint covered paint brush being flung back at him, unfortunately he was too busy laughing at Darcy’s man impersonation to see it coming and the paint was smeared across his forehead by the flying paint brush. Mathius’s mouth was now open in an O, reflecting his surprise at the sudden attack. Oh, it was war alright, and Mathius was spectacularly well educated in his weapons of choice (the weapons being the paint and brush).
"Oops. I missed the canvas."
Mathius laughed now, forgoing a hastily made plan to make Darcy feel bad at the paint covered woman, “Yes, yes you did.” He replied before squirting yellow paint in her direction, getting some in her hair. His own face was pink and blue all over, and his hands were yellow now. The pair looked almost as if a paint bomb had exploded before them.
Mathius grinned, “Good, I don’t actually want you to die, ever. At least, not until I die. When I’m gone you can too. As long as I don’t have to spend a single day without you I will be perfectly happy.” Alright, so the subject was rather morbid and Mathius only realized how he sounded when he was done, but he meant well, really, he did! He was laughing now at his own morbidity mixed with humor and romance, a strange combination if ever there was one.
"Aha! That's what you get for teasing!"
Opening his mouth in only half mock protest, Mathius was ready to respond in some funny, ridiculous fashion; but before he could continue he though the better of it and resorted to grinning sheepishly instead, only the tiniest bit serious by this point.
"Your cheek would beg to differ honey."
It appeared it would, for his cheek had made like a canvas and gotten painted, Darcy was right on that one point. However, she shouldn’t have been talking for when Mathius looked next the paint that he had rubbed on her with his face was looking ridiculously adorable, “I believe that your cheek would also be a canvas now. Your cheek is my canvas Sunshine, maybe I should paint you yellow to match my name for you. How would you like that?” Coincidentally, the paint he held was a bright, sunny yellow and if only he could get close enough, Darcy would be too.
"I will not resort to your childish activities.”
Once again, protest was near to occurring before an interruption was made, the interruption came in the form of a paint covered paint brush being flung back at him, unfortunately he was too busy laughing at Darcy’s man impersonation to see it coming and the paint was smeared across his forehead by the flying paint brush. Mathius’s mouth was now open in an O, reflecting his surprise at the sudden attack. Oh, it was war alright, and Mathius was spectacularly well educated in his weapons of choice (the weapons being the paint and brush).
"Oops. I missed the canvas."
Mathius laughed now, forgoing a hastily made plan to make Darcy feel bad at the paint covered woman, “Yes, yes you did.” He replied before squirting yellow paint in her direction, getting some in her hair. His own face was pink and blue all over, and his hands were yellow now. The pair looked almost as if a paint bomb had exploded before them.