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Post by Evangeline Irvine on Oct 10, 2010 22:11:20 GMT -5
Somehow, finally realizing that Owen was just as chagrined as she was steeled Ciara, and she mustered a genuine smile when he thanked her. "It's not a problem. And you're right, you very well might've. We don't need you giving yourself a clay mask right now, now do we?"
He took to examining the piece of clay in his hands, and she thought he was simply going to continue on before he reached up to brush her hair back. Her skin seemed to tingle a little as his fingers ghosted over it, and she laughed a little at the sensation, passing it off as amusement that he'd gotten clay on on her cheek.
"This is turning into some sort of face-painting session," she joked, wiping the clay off her cheek. There was substantially more there than there had been on his, and it remained on her fingers. Smirking, she smeared it on his chin, then leaned back and pretended eye it like a professional artist.
"Hmm, a little on the thick side, but I like the texture, and the contrast of clay against skin is truly magnificent." |
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Post by izludemagnus on Oct 11, 2010 19:57:28 GMT -5
“Yeah it kinda is,” Owen said with a laugh, “We could always do that some other time though.” He watched as Ciara wiped the clay off of her cheek. He raised an eyebrow when she smirked but soon realized why she smirking when she wiped the clay onto his chin. She acted like she was eying it like an artist and mentioned how the contrast was magnificent. “Oh really? Then I guess this will look way better,” he said laughing as he wiped some more clay onto her face. He made a line from her forehead to her chin.
Owen eyed his work noting, “You look like you have war paint on.” He laughed a bit trying to think of this nice girl as a Native warrior. “I can’t really picture you as much of a warrior though… you’re much to kind… a flower girl on the other hand…,” he said as he started to sculpt the clay into a small flower, “Suits you perfectly.” He handed her the flower smiling. “I’d put it in your hair but that’d probably be a little messy…”
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Post by Evangeline Irvine on Oct 11, 2010 20:30:36 GMT -5
Owen only gave Ciara a moment to process his words before he'd painted a line of clay down the center of her face, and she couldn't help but laugh. When he mentioned war paint she pursed her lips, and then without a second more trepidation she used two fingers to paint horizontal lines on either cheek.
"Now I've got war paint," she chuckled, grinning. He claimed he was unable to imagine her as a warrior, and she offered him a mock face of hurt, pout and all. "Aw, not even with the pretty face paint?" she teased, batting her eyelashes at him before breaking into a smile again. This was just too amusing.
When he molded the clay into a flower and handed it to her, she offered him a smile. "Why thank you," she chirped merrily, ignoring his concern about her hair and tucking it behind her ear. Wanting to create something in return, she picked up a lump of clay and began working it with her hands to soften it, thinking of what she might turn it into.
Deciding on something relatively simple, Ciara began manipulating the clay, bending it to her will and giggling a little once she'd finished. It was supposed to be a turtle, but it looked a little more like a deformed star. "Well, it's nowhere near as nice as your flower, but here," she smiled, holding it out to Owen.
The bust appeared to have fallen to the wayside, but that was all right. They were still making things, which was technically why they'd come here in the first place. |
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Post by izludemagnus on Oct 11, 2010 20:50:56 GMT -5
Owen smiled when Ciara put the clay flower behind her ear. “You are very welcome,” he replied as she thanked him. He watched her manipulate the clay into a turtlish star shape and hand it to him. “Holy crap it’s a turtle,” he guessed with a big grin, “It’s my favorite animal. How did you know?” He looked at the bust and back at Ciara. “I’m not sure I can continue on the bust…,” he said lowering his head, “I-I think I’ll just start staring again… and if I’m going to stare I might as well do it with no distractions, right?”
Owen laughed nervously and pulled a chair up to sit in. “I’m not creeping yourself out or anything… Am I?,” he asked as he sat looking at her face, “Because I would hate for you to be uncomfortable…” He grabbed a small bit of clay and molded it into a small duck. “Um quack…,” he said jokingly as he bobbed the duck around a little in front of Ciara.
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