Wait, who is Jealous?

Soothing music, a warm shower and a bucket of ice-cream was what I needed, not his painting staring at me tauntingly.

After the outburst, I had let my feet guide me through the dark castle halls. Consequently fatigued, I eased into a window sill, a little too late to notice the paintings lining the opposite wall and too tired to stand up again.

I lasted a good two minutes before giving into insanity. "You never smile don't you?" I asked the sculptured face, not smiling myself. "Just you wait, all that glaring and frowning will give you permanent wrinkles."

"Of course, you are talking to a painting." Someone seemed particularly amused.

The small shift as I turned to search for a set of bright blue-eyes caused me to fall ungracefully to the floor. Instantly the corridors echoed his musical laughter which to me lost its heavenly touch with the annoyance it caused me.

Not in a mood to bicker, I dusted off sitting myself back on the broad frame. He fell silent with my lack of energy slow