forum “I can’t love you...” Reposting this here (O/O|Romance|Closed|)

Started August 10, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Asher smiled at her, then went back to his work. He needed to get this email done.

Arabella peeked back at the email when he finally took his eyes off her, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as she watched his own fingers move.

Asher finished up with it, and closed his laptop, setting it aside. He looked down at her. "Done." He said with a smile.

She beamed up at him, humming happily. "Good. You should come with me to paint."

He smiled. "Alright." He replied softly. "Take me."

Arabella grinned, grabbing his hand and hopping up in excitement. She led him to the room she was given and hummed happily. The ceiling was near complete, a few half finished planets and nebulas covering the black expanse of what she was doing.

Asher smiled, looking up at the ceiling. "Wow." He said softly. "That's going to be absolutely gorgeous." He looked at her.

Arabella was climbing the ladder, a pallet of paint and a handful of brushes in her arms. “It’s coming out wonderful.” She purred, sitting on the top step of the ladder and smiling down at him.

Asher smiled up at her. "Yeah, it is." he replied. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Arabella hummed lightly and pointed to a line of painters tape that sectioned off certain places against the wall. “Could you help me paint those spots in white?”

Asher smiled a little. "Yeah, sure." He grabbed a paintbrush and white paint, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

She watched him for a little bit, admiring everything about him before she returned to her paintings, humming softly as she continued on a planet that was being particularly picky about its colors.

Asher continued to work on the areas she had told him, a few flecks of white paint already somehow on his face.

Arabella hummed happily, pausing to watch him again, sighing deeply. “Is there anything you’d like to do today?”

Asher glanced over at her. "Hm? Oh, not really." He replied with a smile. "What about you?" He asked.

“Not much, just make a few cookies, spend more time with you.” She smiled and rubbed at her face, smearing a bit of red paint across her cheek. “I didn’t even try to like or get to know you before our wedding day. I want to make up for that.”

Asher nodded. "Alright." He smiled at her, and ran a hand through his hair. "That sounds good."

She watched him with a smile. “On another note, how do you like this planet so far? Is it better than before?”

(ooooohhhh okay lol 😆 I got confused)

Asher looked. He shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not exactly an art connoisseur." He replied with a soft laugh.

(Sorry for that. Stress rotted my brain XD I got really dumb really quick. I’m good now tho. We good we good.)

She laughed as well and shook her head. “I’m not a connoisseur either. I just paint for fun.”

(it's fine lol. I understand)

Asher smiled at her. "No. You're just the artist." He replied with a slight wink.

Arabella smiled back, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. “Hm I guess that’s true too.” She lifted her paintbrush to touch up on a spot of black that had been accidentally painted over, still smiling. “I think I might put a few shelves in here, for my art supplies. I’m going to use canvas and not just paint on the walls, but I also want it to be interesting to sit in here while I paint.” She hummed, trailing off after awhile.

Asher nodded, still working on painting his area. "Yeah. That sounds really cool." He replied with a quick smile.

She laughed softly, shaking her head as she finished another blank spot near by her. “I hope so. It’ll be nice.”

He smiled, and nodded. "Yeah." He agreed. He was glad that he had given her this room. She seemed far more alive, somehow, now that she had it, than she had beforehand.

More alive she was indeed. Arabella smiled more, spoke more, since she had been gifted the room. She seemed much happier then before, glad to have something to do while he was gone all day.

And yet something made her heart ache still. One day she’d be raising a child while he worked, their child. The thought scared her. She was too young to be a mother in her mind. Maybe one day she’d feel differently.

Asher continued to work on the painting. There was white paint spattered in his hair and on his face now, up his arms. He was smiling, though, as he worked.

She giggled each time she glanced at him and found more paint on his form. She herself had smears of red and black and white and yellow across her face and arms. She didn’t seem to mind, however, as she dragged a brush across her arm to check its paint.