Monthly Bonus Content #1 — Appreciation of Form (Nate Version) (Patreon)

Writing Exercise Prompts:

- Buzz

- Rope

- Marble

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My head is a buzz with information. Overloading on sensory input.

And yet I can't stop smiling!

The musuem in the Big City isn't as fancy as some of the major city musuems, but it certainly packs a lot into the space its got.

Set in an old, restored castle on the very fringes of the town, it has a wing for historical art, a wing for technology of the olden days, a space for displaying currency over the years, and even a whole hall dedicated to paleontology.

I push myself past the enticing sight of a few benches, forcing my sore feet onwards to keep seeing it all, wanting to take in every sight in.

Thankfully, my date is someone who appreciates these treasure just as much as I do.

"What do you think?" I ask Nate as a draw to a stop beside him. He's halted to examine a statue to two lovers cast in beautiful sleek marble, their fluid motions working with the flow of the liquid-looking material so well.

The two figures are staring into each other's eyes, one placing a hand on the other's cheek in soft but hesitant embrace. Their bodies are partly nude but draped in a sheet that's been so masterfully carved that it seems as though it may blow away if we breathe too close to it.

Of course that's made impossible by the red velvet rope barrier fencing it in.

"It's stunning," Nate says on an awe-struck breath. "Haunting, almost."

"Isn't it?" I ask, just as magnetised by the sight as he is. "The way their expressions are so detailed. I keep expecting them to blink."

"If they do, then we're all in trouble," he comments with a chuckle.

My skin gets goosebumps at the sound of his voice so close to my ear.

"And their forms," I continue, raising my hands to follow the curves and contours of their figures. "So real and alive. You can see the wanting, the movement, in every inch of them."

As I extol the virtues of the statue further, I notice Nate has gone very quiet.

I glance over at him, my hands still hovering in the air mid-explanation, and my brow furrowed. "You all right?"

His brown eyes—usually warm and bright with honey tones—have deepened in colour.

"You…don't seem to be looking at their forms," I say.

He steps closer, leaning close towards me as his fingers trace up my side and then spread out to grasp at my hip. "The only form I care to appreciate is yours." The words are purred.

I moisten my lips as desire flames inside of me so hot I worry the statue beside us may crack.

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