[art] French is the Language of Love
It's bigtimebang time again! So originally I had claimed two fics but the other one dropped out because the writer was stuck with what she had written. She has another fic she's writing and hopefully it's faring much better than the other one.
Since I only have one story and I basically had my break throughout the drawing process, I had more time for this not to say that I still didn't procrastinate pfft. The fic for this is one made by the lovely thilia and no one but her understands how happy I was when she decided to write based from a gifset featuring french!Kendall.
>>Click the pictures to see the bigger version (deviantART)<<
Preview:
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Cover Art
Scene Drawings
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Logan smiled to himself as he slid down into a comfortable position in his favorite armchair that he'd dragged out onto the balcony of his apartment, closing his eyes and listening. For the past week, he'd done the same thing every night; ever since he'd first heard the sound of the guitar coming from the apartment across the hall. He knew it had to be that particular apartment because that was the one a new tenant had moved into a little while ago. Before, Logan had never heard music that beautiful anywhere in his building, so he'd come to the conclusion that the new tenant had to be the guitarist who played for him every night.
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[attn! scene spoiler!]
They were about halfway through the movie when Logan looked over at him again and noticed Kendall's hand on the armrest between their seats.
His own hand was itching to hold Kendall's, but he didn't want to be too forward, and he was much too nervous to just take Kendall's hand out of the blue. So he looked back at the screen and waited.
After a moment, he shifted a little and put his own arm on the armrest next to Kendall's, their fingers touching lightly. His heart was beating fast and he tried to resist the urge to wipe his sweaty hand on the fabric of the seat. His stomach flipped when he felt Kendall's finger stroke his own lightly. He glanced down at their hands, then licked his lips nervously before turning his hand around and hesitantly sliding it under Kendall's. He gave Kendall a sideway glance and noticed Kendall's smile just before the other boy laced his fingers through Logan's and squeezed his hand lightly. Logan couldn't help but notice that their hands seemed to fit into each other perfectly.
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It couldn't be. Things like this didn't happen in real life. You didn't go to a city as large as Paris and run into the one person you were looking for. It had to be a mistake; some musician who sounded a lot like Kendall but wasn't him.
His feet started working again suddenly, taking him closer to the crowd. He pushed people away gently as he boxed his way to the front, and felt himself suck in a sharp breath when he saw the musician sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing the song.
Logan stared at him incredulously, and it felt like an eternity before Kendall lifted his head and their eyes met. Kendall's fingers stopped on the guitar abruptly and for a long moment, they just stared at each other. Kendall looked even more incredulous than Logan felt, but after several long seconds, he continued his song and played it to the end, not looking at Logan again.
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Now, there were actually two particular scenes that I wanted to draw too but never got around to. These are these two scenes:
1.[attn! scene spoiler!]
Then he lay down next to him, gathering Logan into his arms while Logan tried to tug the sheets over them. He knew he should probably consider a shower - and a change of sheets - but right now nothing seemed more perfect than to lie in Kendall's arms in their mess.
After several moments of silence, Logan lifted his head and whispered, "I'm glad I found you. I felt so… lost without you."
He blushed a little at the admission, but relaxed when he felt Kendall's arms tighten around him. "Moi aussi," Kendall whispered, pressing a light kiss to his eyebrow.
Logan smiled a little and trailed his fingers down Kendall's arm, finding his fingers and lacing them with his own. Kendall squeezed his hand and brushed a thumb over the back of his hand, lips pressed to his temple.
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They made their way up to the upper level, and Logan tightened his hand around Kendall’s when the wind hit their faces outside.
Then, Logan sucked in a breath and looked around. The view was like nothing he could’ve imagined. It was literally breathtaking.
They had almost, but not quite, missed the sunset; it took only a couple more minutes for the sun to disappear on the horizon. Kendall slid an arm around him and kissed his cheek. “So, was it worth it?”
Logan leaned against him and smiled. “Yeah,” he whispered. “It’s beautiful.”
Since I only have one story and I basically had my break throughout the drawing process, I had more time for this not to say that I still didn't procrastinate pfft. The fic for this is one made by the lovely thilia and no one but her understands how happy I was when she decided to write based from a gifset featuring french!Kendall.
>>Click the pictures to see the bigger version (deviantART)<<
Preview:
--
Cover Art
Scene Drawings
[attn! scene spoiler!]
Logan smiled to himself as he slid down into a comfortable position in his favorite armchair that he'd dragged out onto the balcony of his apartment, closing his eyes and listening. For the past week, he'd done the same thing every night; ever since he'd first heard the sound of the guitar coming from the apartment across the hall. He knew it had to be that particular apartment because that was the one a new tenant had moved into a little while ago. Before, Logan had never heard music that beautiful anywhere in his building, so he'd come to the conclusion that the new tenant had to be the guitarist who played for him every night.
--
[attn! scene spoiler!]
They were about halfway through the movie when Logan looked over at him again and noticed Kendall's hand on the armrest between their seats.
His own hand was itching to hold Kendall's, but he didn't want to be too forward, and he was much too nervous to just take Kendall's hand out of the blue. So he looked back at the screen and waited.
After a moment, he shifted a little and put his own arm on the armrest next to Kendall's, their fingers touching lightly. His heart was beating fast and he tried to resist the urge to wipe his sweaty hand on the fabric of the seat. His stomach flipped when he felt Kendall's finger stroke his own lightly. He glanced down at their hands, then licked his lips nervously before turning his hand around and hesitantly sliding it under Kendall's. He gave Kendall a sideway glance and noticed Kendall's smile just before the other boy laced his fingers through Logan's and squeezed his hand lightly. Logan couldn't help but notice that their hands seemed to fit into each other perfectly.
--
[attn! scene spoiler!]
It couldn't be. Things like this didn't happen in real life. You didn't go to a city as large as Paris and run into the one person you were looking for. It had to be a mistake; some musician who sounded a lot like Kendall but wasn't him.
His feet started working again suddenly, taking him closer to the crowd. He pushed people away gently as he boxed his way to the front, and felt himself suck in a sharp breath when he saw the musician sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing the song.
Logan stared at him incredulously, and it felt like an eternity before Kendall lifted his head and their eyes met. Kendall's fingers stopped on the guitar abruptly and for a long moment, they just stared at each other. Kendall looked even more incredulous than Logan felt, but after several long seconds, he continued his song and played it to the end, not looking at Logan again.
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Now, there were actually two particular scenes that I wanted to draw too but never got around to. These are these two scenes:
1.[attn! scene spoiler!]
Then he lay down next to him, gathering Logan into his arms while Logan tried to tug the sheets over them. He knew he should probably consider a shower - and a change of sheets - but right now nothing seemed more perfect than to lie in Kendall's arms in their mess.
After several moments of silence, Logan lifted his head and whispered, "I'm glad I found you. I felt so… lost without you."
He blushed a little at the admission, but relaxed when he felt Kendall's arms tighten around him. "Moi aussi," Kendall whispered, pressing a light kiss to his eyebrow.
Logan smiled a little and trailed his fingers down Kendall's arm, finding his fingers and lacing them with his own. Kendall squeezed his hand and brushed a thumb over the back of his hand, lips pressed to his temple.
2.[attn! scene spoiler!]
They made their way up to the upper level, and Logan tightened his hand around Kendall’s when the wind hit their faces outside.
Then, Logan sucked in a breath and looked around. The view was like nothing he could’ve imagined. It was literally breathtaking.
They had almost, but not quite, missed the sunset; it took only a couple more minutes for the sun to disappear on the horizon. Kendall slid an arm around him and kissed his cheek. “So, was it worth it?”
Logan leaned against him and smiled. “Yeah,” he whispered. “It’s beautiful.”