Looking ahead i can only wonder why Rose's eye's are tearing up, i do not know why but my body move's on it's own walking toward's her, reaching her we stand infront of each other with our eye's locked, and doing what my body and min say's is natural, i hug her. For a moment she does nothing, have i done something wrong? Then thankfully i feel her arm's rise to hug me back. Not long after we break apart, stepping back i can see her eye's no longer have tear's but a sense of confusion and surprise. "Come sit down by the fire, we can talk properly then" she say's whilst moving to her armchair. Nodding in agreement i move toward's the couch and take my seat, looking at the fire i can only admire it's raw beauty, the glazing glory of the flame's with heat emanating from within. "Is there anything you would like to talk about specifically?" Rose question's, looking up i begin to think, nothing come's to mind, but obviously that is because i cannot remember much. Wait, that is it. "What are your hobbies?" I ask. Seemingly thinking she begin's to reply "I love to paint and explore, it sound's a bit boring but that is all i enjoy doing" Looking back to the fire i must admit they sound fun, i wouldn't even mind trying them to be honest. "Could you teach me how to paint please, i do not know why but my mind seem's to think i like painting's" Making eye contact she smile's, getting up she head's to a closet opening the door and grab's a box, turning around she replies cheerily "I thought you would never ask" Standing up i follow her to the table where she pull's out two chair's and begin's to set up what i can only imagine is the art station. "Do you need any help?" i ask, and again there is surprise in her eye's, looking up at me she shake's her head "I am nearly done anyway, take a seat" A few minute's pass until she finishes and take's her seat.
Both sat on their chair's Rose begin's, telling him to grab a brush and choose a colour from the paint palette as she does the same, she begin's by showing some brushing techniques as they each take their half of the canvas, noticing him struggling she helped to guide his hand properly which after a few minute's he seemed to have gotten the hang of. She then discussed application of pressure, blending of colours on the palette and how to let the pain flow freely on the canvas. Minute's pass into the lesson and he was getting much better, using the techniques properly as both side's of the canvas are slowly filled in. Around half an hour has passed as both are fully relaxed, their movement's fluid and natural creating a beautiful expressive piece of artwork "What are you even attempting to paint if you don't mind me asking?" The man ask's whilst they continue their own piece's. "I am not really sure, i am just going with the flow you know, going with what feel's natural and look's nice" The man looking over could only be amazed, even though it does not show anything specific, if he was to try describe it, a swirling vortex of vibrant colour's like a portal to another dimension. "What are you painting?" Rose ask's, the man, sighing stop's his painting, gazing over his work so far he replies "A bit like you i am not sure, i just feel what i am doing is right, sort of like a myself expressed onto the canvas" Rose hearing this let's out a light chuckle, turning, they face each other making eye contact. "Sorry i laughed, it's just that i would use that exact description for my painting as well" Smile's erupt from both of them as they laugh with each other going back to the comfortable silence of painting. A few minute's pass and they both finish their painting's. Simultaneously moving their chair back's they both stand back to admire their work, somehow both half of the painting's have blended together showing a connection between them. "Usually when i finish a painting i alway's name it, do you have any name idea's?" Rose ask's. Looking at the painting in deep thought he replies "I have no idea, sorry" A silence encompasses them as Rose begin's to put away the art station. Distracted by painting the man just noticed that the sound of the storm is slowly getting quieter. "Rose, i think the storm is ending" the man state's in a elated tone. Helping to pack away the art station now, Rose replies "It does sound that way, but right now i feel colder, i think the temperature will drop tonight" The fire in the background is just nearly out, little hope of reviving it. Rose open's the cabinet to put the box away again as the man look's at the clock, "Oh god, look at the time, an entire day gone, just painting. That has flown" Surprise laced his tone as Rose giggle's to herself smiling back at him. "That is painting though, you cannot spend little time and expect a proper masterpiece, it is nearly time to go to bed" The man hearing this begin's to head back to the couch to sort out the blanket for a potentially extra cold night. "There is no need for that, we can share my bed to conserve and share heat, that is the most effective way at keeping warm" The man surprised by this can only nod. They both head toward's the bathroom to do their teeth and then head to the bedroom. Upon entry the man observes the room seeing little around, and the bed, where they will be sleeping, both in older oversized pyjama set's. Rose get's in the bed first followed by the man who seemed hesitant, not knowing what he is feeling. "You should get closer, you are too far away to properly keep us warm" Rose whisper's gently as he move's closer. Where they both fall into slumber.