Fatebound

Chapter Eleven ~ Paintings

When Miranda woke up at 10 AM in the morning, she was both a little disappointed but also not surprised when her visitor of the night was nowhere to be found.

"Ah well, fate will pull us together, if we are meant to be bound" she quoted the words of a good friend she had known for years, but although she did believe in those words, and although she had always been fairly self-confidant when it came to the romance section of her life, Miranda couldn't help but to be a little worried.

She really, really liked Brea, much more than when she had entertained the flings she had always had for just a week or so at a time, she had never felt the spark, the connection that people had always told her about with those. But now she was beginning to believe that she had finally found it, and she knew that only pain and darker themed paintings would ensue if the one she knew she was falling for, ended up being the one that got away. But the issue was, that Miranda knew she still had a long way to go in working out her feelings and deciding on whether she truly wanted to pursue something long-term with anyone.

She knew that her downfall with Brea would likely be her own doing as she tended to get in her own way a lot. Maybe she just wasn't quite ready for this yet.

The artist sighed and stretched as she got up to pop the kettle on in the painting filled lighthouse she currently called home, and as she sat down and continued to ponder about the tourist who had seemed to capture her heart and her mind in her adorable hands, she decided to try her best to just wait and see what happened, because surely she would call her After their night of.... 'connection'.

It wasn't until later In the day when Miranda was cleaning up and making the small camping bed she slept on that she finally noticed a note that must have been left there earlier in the morning, and as she opened it, she couldn't help but to grin and to breathe a sigh of relief at the words that she read.

"Hey, sorry I had to leave so early...and thank you for last night. So I'm planning to check out the fairy pools tomorrow, I should be there around 8 AM if you wanna come say hi.

With hugs-Brea."

Miranda knew exactly what she would do the next day. Heck, she would have been glad to clear her entire diary if need be, but considering she currently didn't have any large commitments, she wouldn't have to. But She was excited, she couldn't wait to get to know Brea more and see that adorable blush of hers again. Miranda couldn't help but to think though about the fact that her own cheeks had been coloured rather red the previous night when they had spent time together. That girl really knew how to work her up. But not in a bad way.

Miranda tried to busy herself getting the finishing touches of the painting that adorned the walls of the lighthouse done, but her thoughts continued to carry her far away from her current task. She honestly couldn't help but to start on another project entirely.

Brea was easy to paint. Miranda had committed her likeness to memory, every stroke of the brush brought the picture closer to what Miranda had seen, though nothing, she thought, could truly compare to the real deal.

That light blonde hair that she was almost always wearing in these cute little braids either side of her face, the small nose that gave Miranda the kind of butterflies you get when you see an adorable kitten or puppy, and those cheeks that where definitely Miranda's favourite part to paint, considering they always seamed to have a hint of light pink on them. Her large round glasses gave her the aesthetic of an adorable nerd and all Miranda wanted to do was kiss her.

By the time the end of the day drew near Miranda had painted almost five different perspectives of Brea, and only a little of the project she was meant to be working on.

It was the very next day that had Miranda waking up at dawn, and when she was unable to get back to sleep for the excitement of what the day might bring, she decided to get up early and go for a walk.

Miranda had grown up in Scotland. Granted not on the isle of Skye itself, but she had known that was exactly where she wanted to be when she had moved there a few years back. She hadn't taken much with her, just herself and a duffle bag of tattered old clothes and painting gear. But she preferred it that way, she liked how adventurous it was to spend her life's savings on a boat and get to paint almost every day without having to worry too much about her finances. It was everything she could have wanted because she loved the sea. Loved how the salt air felt on her skins and tasted in her mouth, how it smelt. She loved the amazing views the island held, and the never-ending inspiration she always seamed to find there.

Yes, she had everything she needed right where she was, except she couldn't help now but to finally want something more. After all, she had met someone knew, someone who seamed to have captured her heart in her hands, and now Miranda had to trust that she would treat it carefully.

But would she?

Miranda was stirred from her thoughts when someone called out to her. She jumped a little and smiled when she saw that it was one of the locals she knew.

"Greg! How goes it Mo Charaid?" (A/N Meaning my friend in Scottish slang)

"Good, and yer? Where yer off to tadae?"

Miranda smiled warmly.

"Off ta them fairy pools." She replied.

"Don't ya go falling in than!" He yelled after her. Miranda chuckled and gave him a wave as she continued her walk. Her encounter had reminded her of something important. She made a note to herself in her mind not to forget to organise that get-together she had promised Brea between her and the tour-guides Miranda knew around the Isle. She hoped that she might be able to help her find her father but she got the feeling that there was more to that story than Brea was letting on, including her feelings about it.

Miranda wanted to ask her more about it, but with the reaction Brea had had when she had attend Miranda's ghost tour, she knew better than to press.

By the time Miranda had arrived at the centre of the main town on Skye, she noticed that it was nearing seven AM! If she wanted to meet Brea at the pools, she knew that she had better get a move on, so with her mind on the women she was to meet that very day, Miranda made her way to their meeting place with haste.