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Title: The worn out canvas
Author: asahisuperdry
Pairing: Reita/Aoi
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Synopsis: What a good way to spend a day off.
Different acrylic paint tubes scattered all over the small stool as he opened the plastic bag containing then. Shaking his head, he ducked down to get some of the tubes that rolled over the stool and dropped down the floor.
He set the easel, positioning it so its side was facing the full window, granting the room and the would be position of his canvas, great natural lighting. It was just 9 am and the light coming outside was just perfect for his activity.
After setting his canvas on the easel and gently nudging his stool, he walked across the room and sat in front of the magazine cabinet. He picked out some and started shuffling the pages. When he was satisfied with the amount of reference he got, he walked back to the stool where he put his materials and set them down. Feeling a bit satisfied with the presentation of his materials, he went down and sat in front of the canvas, pencil in hand.
Only small scratching sounds from the pencil against the gauze cloth could be heard when he suddenly remembered something. He ran outside the room and with the same speed, went and sat back down on his stool. With a small huff, he tied his hair back in a ponytail and snuggled the headphones shut on his ears. Sliding the switch of his iPod, he resumed back to what he was doing. Every now and then, wetting his lips as his brows furrowed in concentration.
Reita had just walked out of their bedroom when he spotted Aoi inside his studio.It was not a surprise to see Aoi concentrated on whatever he was doing. What amused him was what it was the older man was doing.
"What is that?" Reita asked as he peered inside the room. It was warm and cozy and it made him want to bring a blanket inside and pull Aoi down, crawl under it and cuddle. It was a good day off. And there was no better day to spend it alone with your lover.
But it seemed that Aoi did not hear him -- Reita might have not noticed the headphones, which were huge by the way-- and was too engrossed with what he was doing, so he went along with a shrug and headed to the kitchen.
It was almost midday when Reita woke up due to his fall from the couch. He was watching Prisonbreak earlier -- which was borrowed from Uruha-- when he felt his eyes started to close. After a while of regaining his senses, he stared at the television screen, to see nothing else but blue with the DVD logo in the middle. He stood up and remembering he and Aoi hadn't had lunch nor breakfast yet, he went to the room where he saw Aoi earlier.
He couldn't help but smile when he saw blue paint smeared across Aoi's nose bridge and small dots of white and red on his cheek. He had known Aoi to be neat and clean, but seeing him in this situation was an exception. Walking over the older man, he wound his arm around Aoi's shoulders and rubbed the part of his nose that got smeared on by paint. Aoi made a small sigh and leaned back against the bassist's chest.
Flicking his gaze from Aoi's face to the canvas, he couldn't help but gape at what he saw.
"Was that supposed to be me?" Reita asked incredulously.
With that slightly harsh tone, Aoi detached himself from the blond and glared back at him.
"What do you mean, that is you!" He snarled back.
Reita gathered Aoi back in his arms and looked again at the now paint-filled canvas.
"You do know that no one else among us but Ruki got artistic skills," Reita said while still staring at Aoi's supposed representation of him.
"I've had this canvas for ages and I hadn't thought of any good time to make good use of it but now!" Aoi ended with an exasperated sigh.
"That meant jeopardizing our only break this period," He then looked at Aoi who was now sporting a pout. "Come on, we should be spending this day off together, not you doing this.. this.. yeah, this."
Reita coaxed Aoi from his seat and fuzzed over his paint-dabbed hair and face.
"You complain about me doing stupid things but look at you. You made your face an extension of your.. hidden talent," pulling Aoi with him on the couch, he started wiping his face with a wet cloth, "Will this ever go off?"
"Shut up -- he was shut by Reita's scrubbing -- I'm feeling artsy today. Admit it, you think it's sweet."
"I'll go cook today," kissing Aoi, Reita stood up and went to the kitchen to wash the paint-stained cloth.
From the living room, he could hear Aoi -- and the oh so, awesome smile with it -- saying "I still want it to be framed!"
Two days later, this found it's way inside the living room, hanging on the wall, which made it the only colorful object inside their monochromatic house:
A small line across it was obviously added due to the persistence of one shy party.
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A/N: I was supposed to post this a couple of hours ago, but my classmate decided to come over and all my thoughts about this flew away;; Hope you still like it.
Author: asahisuperdry
Pairing: Reita/Aoi
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Synopsis: What a good way to spend a day off.
Different acrylic paint tubes scattered all over the small stool as he opened the plastic bag containing then. Shaking his head, he ducked down to get some of the tubes that rolled over the stool and dropped down the floor.
He set the easel, positioning it so its side was facing the full window, granting the room and the would be position of his canvas, great natural lighting. It was just 9 am and the light coming outside was just perfect for his activity.
After setting his canvas on the easel and gently nudging his stool, he walked across the room and sat in front of the magazine cabinet. He picked out some and started shuffling the pages. When he was satisfied with the amount of reference he got, he walked back to the stool where he put his materials and set them down. Feeling a bit satisfied with the presentation of his materials, he went down and sat in front of the canvas, pencil in hand.
Only small scratching sounds from the pencil against the gauze cloth could be heard when he suddenly remembered something. He ran outside the room and with the same speed, went and sat back down on his stool. With a small huff, he tied his hair back in a ponytail and snuggled the headphones shut on his ears. Sliding the switch of his iPod, he resumed back to what he was doing. Every now and then, wetting his lips as his brows furrowed in concentration.
Reita had just walked out of their bedroom when he spotted Aoi inside his studio.It was not a surprise to see Aoi concentrated on whatever he was doing. What amused him was what it was the older man was doing.
"What is that?" Reita asked as he peered inside the room. It was warm and cozy and it made him want to bring a blanket inside and pull Aoi down, crawl under it and cuddle. It was a good day off. And there was no better day to spend it alone with your lover.
But it seemed that Aoi did not hear him -- Reita might have not noticed the headphones, which were huge by the way-- and was too engrossed with what he was doing, so he went along with a shrug and headed to the kitchen.
It was almost midday when Reita woke up due to his fall from the couch. He was watching Prisonbreak earlier -- which was borrowed from Uruha-- when he felt his eyes started to close. After a while of regaining his senses, he stared at the television screen, to see nothing else but blue with the DVD logo in the middle. He stood up and remembering he and Aoi hadn't had lunch nor breakfast yet, he went to the room where he saw Aoi earlier.
He couldn't help but smile when he saw blue paint smeared across Aoi's nose bridge and small dots of white and red on his cheek. He had known Aoi to be neat and clean, but seeing him in this situation was an exception. Walking over the older man, he wound his arm around Aoi's shoulders and rubbed the part of his nose that got smeared on by paint. Aoi made a small sigh and leaned back against the bassist's chest.
Flicking his gaze from Aoi's face to the canvas, he couldn't help but gape at what he saw.
"Was that supposed to be me?" Reita asked incredulously.
With that slightly harsh tone, Aoi detached himself from the blond and glared back at him.
"What do you mean, that is you!" He snarled back.
Reita gathered Aoi back in his arms and looked again at the now paint-filled canvas.
"You do know that no one else among us but Ruki got artistic skills," Reita said while still staring at Aoi's supposed representation of him.
"I've had this canvas for ages and I hadn't thought of any good time to make good use of it but now!" Aoi ended with an exasperated sigh.
"That meant jeopardizing our only break this period," He then looked at Aoi who was now sporting a pout. "Come on, we should be spending this day off together, not you doing this.. this.. yeah, this."
Reita coaxed Aoi from his seat and fuzzed over his paint-dabbed hair and face.
"You complain about me doing stupid things but look at you. You made your face an extension of your.. hidden talent," pulling Aoi with him on the couch, he started wiping his face with a wet cloth, "Will this ever go off?"
"Shut up -- he was shut by Reita's scrubbing -- I'm feeling artsy today. Admit it, you think it's sweet."
"I'll go cook today," kissing Aoi, Reita stood up and went to the kitchen to wash the paint-stained cloth.
From the living room, he could hear Aoi -- and the oh so, awesome smile with it -- saying "I still want it to be framed!"
Two days later, this found it's way inside the living room, hanging on the wall, which made it the only colorful object inside their monochromatic house:
A small line across it was obviously added due to the persistence of one shy party.
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A/N: I was supposed to post this a couple of hours ago, but my classmate decided to come over and all my thoughts about this flew away;; Hope you still like it.