#//i tagged yall cause i thought u my dear moots and camille likers

[redandyou-r-myfavehue]

The loud clatter of wood on wood echoed throughout the room and down the halls.

A wooden paint palette lay on the paper covered floor, the globs of warm-toned color splattered violently over the plain, off-white paper. A small clatter, one that was minuscule in comparison to the first, followed shortly after. A paint brush with a thin stream doused in a warm, light blue colored paint. The paint brush landed with a messy sounding plash on the ground. Camille dropped down to his knees, looking down. Her eyes were wide, paint splashed hands shaky, her breathing erratic. He looked down at his freckled hands, watching how violently they were shaking.

Camille slowly looked back up, his eyes meeting the fresh, icy blue paint that forms piercing irises on his canvas. His mother's eyes. Even now, a damn painting of her still had such an effect on him.

So dumb. So stupid. Such a childish fear..

'Get over it. Get up. Stop shaking. Get over it. Get over it.'

But she just couldn't get up. He couldn't stop looking into those damned eyes.

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