ridiculous
SHUT UP, I KNOW I AM RIDICULOUS. I JUST HAD TO DO IT. maybe now I'll be able to concentrate. :\
title: FICLET OF RIDICULOUSNESS
pairing: Pablo Picasso/Georges Braque (I KNOW, SHUT UP)
rating: PG, because what the hell am I doing?
words: very short
summary: the inventors of Cubism like to hang out.
a/n: to make them more interesting in my stupid head, I slashed them. /o\
Pablo opened the door of the studio and stuck his head in. "Hard at work?" he asked cheerfully, waiting for Georges to turn around and acknoweldge him before entering the room fully. It took a moment. Georges was bent over his table, probably working on one of his models again. Pablo found them fascinating and somewhat amusing.
"Oh, hello," Georges finally replied. He twisted around in his chair and motioned for Pablo to come in. "How are you?"
"Fine, fine," Pablo said, waving a hand expressively. Georges clasped his hands together and watched him politely, not volunteering anything. He was somewhat frustrating that way. Pablo sauntered over to him and rested his hand on Georges' shoulder."What are you working on, my good man?"
"Oh, this?" Georges asked innocently. "Nothing, really. Just trying out a new idea."
Pablo squeezed his shoulder encouragingly. "Show me. Tell me about it. Let me see."
"It's not anything yet..." he hedged, glancing sideways at his work. Pablo cocked his head and gave Georges his most charming smile. "Really, it's not," Georges continued. "I'm kind of stuck."
Pablo put his other hand on Georges shoulder and dug in his thumbs a little, feeling the tense knots that came from working too long without rest. "You're too focused, too deep in your head," he soothed. "You need an outside perspective. Perhaps I can help you. Please, can I see?"
That won him a smile. Pablo grinned back.Georges turned back to his table and Pablo crouched behind his chair, hooking his chin over Georges' shoulder to watch while he explained in detail the thought process behind his new method.
/o\ /o\ /o\ /o\ what did I just dooooo?
title: FICLET OF RIDICULOUSNESS
pairing: Pablo Picasso/Georges Braque (I KNOW, SHUT UP)
rating: PG, because what the hell am I doing?
words: very short
summary: the inventors of Cubism like to hang out.
a/n: to make them more interesting in my stupid head, I slashed them. /o\
Pablo opened the door of the studio and stuck his head in. "Hard at work?" he asked cheerfully, waiting for Georges to turn around and acknoweldge him before entering the room fully. It took a moment. Georges was bent over his table, probably working on one of his models again. Pablo found them fascinating and somewhat amusing.
"Oh, hello," Georges finally replied. He twisted around in his chair and motioned for Pablo to come in. "How are you?"
"Fine, fine," Pablo said, waving a hand expressively. Georges clasped his hands together and watched him politely, not volunteering anything. He was somewhat frustrating that way. Pablo sauntered over to him and rested his hand on Georges' shoulder."What are you working on, my good man?"
"Oh, this?" Georges asked innocently. "Nothing, really. Just trying out a new idea."
Pablo squeezed his shoulder encouragingly. "Show me. Tell me about it. Let me see."
"It's not anything yet..." he hedged, glancing sideways at his work. Pablo cocked his head and gave Georges his most charming smile. "Really, it's not," Georges continued. "I'm kind of stuck."
Pablo put his other hand on Georges shoulder and dug in his thumbs a little, feeling the tense knots that came from working too long without rest. "You're too focused, too deep in your head," he soothed. "You need an outside perspective. Perhaps I can help you. Please, can I see?"
That won him a smile. Pablo grinned back.Georges turned back to his table and Pablo crouched behind his chair, hooking his chin over Georges' shoulder to watch while he explained in detail the thought process behind his new method.
/o\ /o\ /o\ /o\ what did I just dooooo?