Dec 4: Seamus/Dean
& dec 4th, some more boy slash (& my first dean/seamus!). I've noticed other people doing advent fics too. There really should just be a comm...(Although with all the fest comms, who needs another?)
Title: enough
Pairing: Dean/Seamus
Rating: PG
Summary: Seamus watches Dean and Dean watches Seamus but it's not enough.
Time period: Probably Hogwarts
A/N: I'm told that Dean/Seamus isn't supposed to be bitter or angsty, but if you know me you know I can make anything angsty so I suppose I should warn for major unrequited feelings and angst.
enough
He watched Dean sometimes. He watched him while he painted and drew and talked and just existed, really.
He didn't notice he devoted so much time to Dean until his mother remarked, "my, Seamus, you sure talk about this Dean Thomas a lot, don't you?" That's when Seamus realized not only did he talk about Dean but he thought about Dean too. A lot. More than normal, really.
Without anyone telling him he knew this wasn't something to be voiced, this thing, okay obsession, with Dean. So he watched and thought and wondered and drove himself to the brink of insanity and back again with his overactive imagination and what would Dean's hands feel like… It was enough to drive a man to drink.
Dean gave him things sometimes, the things he had made with those hands. Seamus had a nice collection of drawings and watercolours and paintings, some that Dean had given him and some that Seamus had asked for. Seamus could ask for drawings and paintings and watercolours but he could never ask for the one thing he really wanted. Dean could paint his masterpiece and dedicate it to Seamus but still, it wouldn't be enough.
***
He tried not to draw Seamus too much. This was more difficult than it should have been, Dean thought. After all, there were pretty girls and fruit bowls and all manner of other things to draw. Why he should always want to draw Seamus was beyond him until he laid out all his Seamus works and came to a realisation: Seamus was his muse. Not pretty Ginny or any of the other girls at Hogwarts but his loud, obnoxious Irish roommate. Great, thought Dean. Just great.
He never asked Seamus to sit for him but the visions were still there when he picked up his quill to draw. He could be sketching an apple and without his notice, a hand would curl around it. It wouldn't be until later when he came back to it that he would realize the nails on the hand were bitten just like Seamus' were.
He never showed Seamus the works he did of his friend, but he did give some of his other drawings and watercolours and paintings and things to Seamus. He worked hard on them, filled in each detail to perfection and when he gave them to Seamus, trying to act oh so casual about it, he thought helplessly, 'I love you.' He gave Seamus all his best work while he worked up the courage to give him what he really wanted to give. Deep down though he knew the courage would never be there, no matter what house he was sorted into, so he kept giving Seamus his art and hoped that Seamus knew what it meant and that it would be enough.
Title: enough
Pairing: Dean/Seamus
Rating: PG
Summary: Seamus watches Dean and Dean watches Seamus but it's not enough.
Time period: Probably Hogwarts
A/N: I'm told that Dean/Seamus isn't supposed to be bitter or angsty, but if you know me you know I can make anything angsty so I suppose I should warn for major unrequited feelings and angst.
enough
He watched Dean sometimes. He watched him while he painted and drew and talked and just existed, really.
He didn't notice he devoted so much time to Dean until his mother remarked, "my, Seamus, you sure talk about this Dean Thomas a lot, don't you?" That's when Seamus realized not only did he talk about Dean but he thought about Dean too. A lot. More than normal, really.
Without anyone telling him he knew this wasn't something to be voiced, this thing, okay obsession, with Dean. So he watched and thought and wondered and drove himself to the brink of insanity and back again with his overactive imagination and what would Dean's hands feel like… It was enough to drive a man to drink.
Dean gave him things sometimes, the things he had made with those hands. Seamus had a nice collection of drawings and watercolours and paintings, some that Dean had given him and some that Seamus had asked for. Seamus could ask for drawings and paintings and watercolours but he could never ask for the one thing he really wanted. Dean could paint his masterpiece and dedicate it to Seamus but still, it wouldn't be enough.
***
He tried not to draw Seamus too much. This was more difficult than it should have been, Dean thought. After all, there were pretty girls and fruit bowls and all manner of other things to draw. Why he should always want to draw Seamus was beyond him until he laid out all his Seamus works and came to a realisation: Seamus was his muse. Not pretty Ginny or any of the other girls at Hogwarts but his loud, obnoxious Irish roommate. Great, thought Dean. Just great.
He never asked Seamus to sit for him but the visions were still there when he picked up his quill to draw. He could be sketching an apple and without his notice, a hand would curl around it. It wouldn't be until later when he came back to it that he would realize the nails on the hand were bitten just like Seamus' were.
He never showed Seamus the works he did of his friend, but he did give some of his other drawings and watercolours and paintings and things to Seamus. He worked hard on them, filled in each detail to perfection and when he gave them to Seamus, trying to act oh so casual about it, he thought helplessly, 'I love you.' He gave Seamus all his best work while he worked up the courage to give him what he really wanted to give. Deep down though he knew the courage would never be there, no matter what house he was sorted into, so he kept giving Seamus his art and hoped that Seamus knew what it meant and that it would be enough.