They sat for the #portrait together and it was beautiful: two people in love, one’s hands placed reverentially on the other’s shoulders, a shared look of affection. For the artist - who had painted on through tiffs, and quarrels, and arguments and fights and abandonment and nastiness and pain and sympathy, and forgiveness - had distilled the moments of tenderness and love, and poured them into canvas, and showed them the things that they never truly lost.
From my WIP:
Frantically, Lina looks around for something they could use to climb up. Rope, furniture they can move. There are shelves and tables underground, certainly frail after hundreds of years, but there’s nothing that can help them here.
“To the catacombs,” Marius orders.
The vines around the door rustle.
Lina grits her teeth. “It’s too late.”