And smoke comes out through her lips… then words rolled down gently. They saw the world as resting on the turtle's back. Shell, symbol of the heavens. And she smiled.Then she turned to the desk as images popped out almost instantaneously… that dark inside cracked letting the light get in. Her fingers start running at full throttle.
That curved geometrically imprinted armor started gradually transforming: curved spine, head bowed forward and arms wide spread. The hexagonal totemic tale of shell re-written in the delicate and knotty calligraphy of touches and overlapped renders. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes. So many lines for such a short word…
Vectors and shadows, and a sensation of warmth increasingly intensifying. 3D velocity, and matter does not matter anymore. As her eyes caught all the frames his materialization; the mechanics
of bones and muscles that cause him arising and standing up. She saw her fingers shyly enfolding his cage of ribs and going up on the chest. Heart-touching cinemagic… The fabric of his tattooed shoulder blade rendered into billions of frames…that smell and taste remained ingrained within her lips, the slow move while turning his head toward her, line of nose and upper lip, shadows and details of his waved hair. And those white transparent wings opening out and smoothly covering her shoulders; that strange silk-like sensation spreading along the nerves of her arms and that overwhelming panic when she felt echoes of heart bumps into her palm …
Damn, she smoked again… and slept here. All the mess on her desk; the monitor throwing a blue cold light on her sleeping face. He bent and looked at her, puzzled. Have you somehow tattooed your lips?
That curved geometrically imprinted armor started gradually transforming: curved spine, head bowed forward and arms wide spread. The hexagonal totemic tale of shell re-written in the delicate and knotty calligraphy of touches and overlapped renders. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes. So many lines for such a short word…
Vectors and shadows, and a sensation of warmth increasingly intensifying. 3D velocity, and matter does not matter anymore. As her eyes caught all the frames his materialization; the mechanics
of bones and muscles that cause him arising and standing up. She saw her fingers shyly enfolding his cage of ribs and going up on the chest. Heart-touching cinemagic… The fabric of his tattooed shoulder blade rendered into billions of frames…that smell and taste remained ingrained within her lips, the slow move while turning his head toward her, line of nose and upper lip, shadows and details of his waved hair. And those white transparent wings opening out and smoothly covering her shoulders; that strange silk-like sensation spreading along the nerves of her arms and that overwhelming panic when she felt echoes of heart bumps into her palm …
Damn, she smoked again… and slept here. All the mess on her desk; the monitor throwing a blue cold light on her sleeping face. He bent and looked at her, puzzled. Have you somehow tattooed your lips?
