Art: "Okay."
Title: Okay
Artist: sarafim
Rating: G
Notes: This was drawn for carolinablu85 for thehayloft's gift exchange. It is meant to accompany her story Lacuna which was based off of the film "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". It is specifically one of the last scenes, which has special meaning, so if you have not read it GO NOW NOW NOW. PLEASE? It's brilliant.
Now, if I had a million years, I would have illustrated every darn memory in that whole story. Because it's a beautiful movie, and Ella wrote it for Luke and Noah just as beautifully. Ella, I realize there's not much going on in this scene, but it's my favorite in the whole story, so hopefully it means something to you, too. I hope you don't mind I've inserted some of your text from the story within this post, as well. To give some context.
Love you, sorry I'm late, and happy holidays!
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Context from Ella's story Lacuna:
Luke bolts. Not a full-out run, but pretty close. This is all just too much too soon. He’s made it down the hall and is just about to press the button for the elevator when there are footsteps hurrying behind him. “Luke, wait.”
“What, Noah?” he sounds demanding, but he has no idea how else to sound. He needs answers and he can’t get them.
“Just wait,” Noah catches up with him, blocking his way to the elevator.
“For what?” he’s almost hysterical.
“I don’t know,” Noah answers honestly, just as desperate. “But, please, just wait a minute. Just a little while.”
They stand in the hallway, facing each other. Staring.
“I’m not perfect,” Luke bursts out.
“All... right,” Noah eyes him warily.
“I’m not,” he insists.
Noah smiles tentatively, and it’s enough to make Luke want to melt and hug him and relax and no. He can’t. “I can’t see anything I don’t like about you,” Noah admits, a bit of a blush coloring his face.
Okay, he’s melting a little. “Well, there’s a lot. I’m clingy. I don’t really have any idea what I want to do with my life. I get tunnel vision and think the ends justify the means and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove my point.”
“I’m a neat freak,” Noah replies. “I’m eternally optimistic about everything but myself. I have emotional baggage that would send the best psychiatrists running for the hills. I expect the best of everyone and get really pissed off when they don’t achieve what I want them to.”
“I'm spoiled. Two trust funds,” Luke throws back.
“I hate asking for help. I'd rather force people away than let them see me as weak.”
“If people don’t agree with me or do things my way then they must be wrong and I won’t listen to their reasoning.”
“Okay,” Noah shrugs.
He’s startled into silence at that. For a few seconds, at least. “Okay?” he parrots back, like maybe he misunderstood.
Noah nods. “Okay.”
Artist: sarafim
Rating: G
Notes: This was drawn for carolinablu85 for thehayloft's gift exchange. It is meant to accompany her story Lacuna which was based off of the film "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". It is specifically one of the last scenes, which has special meaning, so if you have not read it GO NOW NOW NOW. PLEASE? It's brilliant.
Now, if I had a million years, I would have illustrated every darn memory in that whole story. Because it's a beautiful movie, and Ella wrote it for Luke and Noah just as beautifully. Ella, I realize there's not much going on in this scene, but it's my favorite in the whole story, so hopefully it means something to you, too. I hope you don't mind I've inserted some of your text from the story within this post, as well. To give some context.
Love you, sorry I'm late, and happy holidays!
Click the image, or click this right here for a much larger, 1000px wide version.
Context from Ella's story Lacuna:
Luke bolts. Not a full-out run, but pretty close. This is all just too much too soon. He’s made it down the hall and is just about to press the button for the elevator when there are footsteps hurrying behind him. “Luke, wait.”
“What, Noah?” he sounds demanding, but he has no idea how else to sound. He needs answers and he can’t get them.
“Just wait,” Noah catches up with him, blocking his way to the elevator.
“For what?” he’s almost hysterical.
“I don’t know,” Noah answers honestly, just as desperate. “But, please, just wait a minute. Just a little while.”
They stand in the hallway, facing each other. Staring.
“I’m not perfect,” Luke bursts out.
“All... right,” Noah eyes him warily.
“I’m not,” he insists.
Noah smiles tentatively, and it’s enough to make Luke want to melt and hug him and relax and no. He can’t. “I can’t see anything I don’t like about you,” Noah admits, a bit of a blush coloring his face.
Okay, he’s melting a little. “Well, there’s a lot. I’m clingy. I don’t really have any idea what I want to do with my life. I get tunnel vision and think the ends justify the means and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove my point.”
“I’m a neat freak,” Noah replies. “I’m eternally optimistic about everything but myself. I have emotional baggage that would send the best psychiatrists running for the hills. I expect the best of everyone and get really pissed off when they don’t achieve what I want them to.”
“I'm spoiled. Two trust funds,” Luke throws back.
“I hate asking for help. I'd rather force people away than let them see me as weak.”
“If people don’t agree with me or do things my way then they must be wrong and I won’t listen to their reasoning.”
“Okay,” Noah shrugs.
He’s startled into silence at that. For a few seconds, at least. “Okay?” he parrots back, like maybe he misunderstood.
Noah nods. “Okay.”