Face reality as it is.

Link doesn’t mind silence, not in the slightest. A part of him loves it because you learn from the shared silences with a person just as much as you do when speaking. He loves the sensations down his back as well, completely novel ones, the brush running its bristles across his skin and the paint being applied. When she speaks, there’s a surprised quality to his voice as he lifts his head slightly, turning on his side to rest it on his hands. “Already? You work fast,” he commented, wondering what artwork she has committed to his skin. The curiosity is almost too great. When she gets down eye level with him, he gives her a smile. “Perfectly fine. It’s very soothing actually. I could get used to this.” She probably lucked out because Link’s the most patient subject — or canvas — that she could have picked.

“When I get really focused I sort of work fast.” Vera gives him one last smile before moving to sit right on top of his bum. She finishes up the last little details that are needed and then pulls her cell phone out to snap a picture of his back. The painting is of a dark sky filled with beautiful bright stars and bellow that are large mountains to fill up the rest of his back. Still staying seated, Vera sets the cellphone down in front of his face. “What do you think, be honest?”