Saiyuki: Gojyo/Hakkai [G]
Fandom: Saiyuki Hakkai/Gojyo
Title: There *might be answers ... but I doubt it
Author/Artist: i_am_zan
Rating: Gen. Sorry ladies and gents, it is work safe.
Warnings: Sadly, none.
Word count: 439
Summary: June 5th Prompt - Saiyuki, Gojyo/Hakkai: reincarnation fic -“I wasn’t looking for heaven or hell, just someone to listen to the stories I tell”
I apologise most humbly to prompter that this is not more than it should be.
There *might be answers ... but I doubt it by Zan
The arms move strongly in broad sweeping strokes and numerous fast little ones, with a press and turn of a wrist. The brush is a rough bristle and thick. The paint looks like crushed charcoal in liquid, a very dark almost-black hue of blue. The canvas is a white wall. The painting is a simple one of a tree. A thin line delineates the roots and the trunk. The roots are short and spread out everywhere. Like a hand morphing into many more hands and fingers reaching deep into the imaginary ground. The trunk is wide and the same brush tars one side darkly in shade, with clumps of un-dissolved pigment adding to the texture of the ‘bark’. The trunk reach for a ceiling which may be sky or not and splits into branches, twigs and leaves. The leaves are undefined harsh whorls of little tight curls.
There might be a thousand little leaves of a story, of a life, of pain of happy, reaching for an unreachable sky. The arms stop. As if, exhaustion or worse, frustration set in. The hand drops the brush onto the floor.
“I’m glad I made you cover the floor first” Gojyo’s voice startle Hakkai.
“Ahh I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. I’m just saying is all,” Gojyo rests his head on Hakkai’s shoulder looking over at the wall mural.
“What does it say to you?”
Gojyo hesitates. He is actually uncertain. He wants very much to give something that Hakkai needs to hear, but he does not have the right words.
“Well all I can say is,” Gojyo drawls out, “I hope Blondie,” hissing on the word “appreciates the work we’ve done on this bloody house.”
Hakkai knows evasion when he hears one. Hakkai tilts his head back and laughs.
“Ahahaha, I am not sure. This might not be what he had in mind when he said he wanted a conversation piece. Don’t you think it’s too, you know black and white?”
Gojyo looks at his friend. He uses the towel in his hand to wipe off the sweat above Hakkai’s brow and on his forehead. He unsuccessfully tries to clean off a speck of paint under Hakkai’s chin, but smears and spreads it out more than he means to.
“C’mon lets go cool off eh!” Gojyo leads Hakkai away from the wall. “I’m sure he’ll be able to tell a few stories about it.”
Hakkai is glad that Gojyo is who he is - a blessing. Gojyo looks at all the things Hakkai paints and listens even if he does not understand all the things Hakkai is saying. For that, he cannot ask more.
(439 words)
Title: There *might be answers ... but I doubt it
Author/Artist: i_am_zan
Rating: Gen. Sorry ladies and gents, it is work safe.
Warnings: Sadly, none.
Word count: 439
Summary: June 5th Prompt - Saiyuki, Gojyo/Hakkai: reincarnation fic -“I wasn’t looking for heaven or hell, just someone to listen to the stories I tell”
I apologise most humbly to prompter that this is not more than it should be.
There *might be answers ... but I doubt it by Zan
The arms move strongly in broad sweeping strokes and numerous fast little ones, with a press and turn of a wrist. The brush is a rough bristle and thick. The paint looks like crushed charcoal in liquid, a very dark almost-black hue of blue. The canvas is a white wall. The painting is a simple one of a tree. A thin line delineates the roots and the trunk. The roots are short and spread out everywhere. Like a hand morphing into many more hands and fingers reaching deep into the imaginary ground. The trunk is wide and the same brush tars one side darkly in shade, with clumps of un-dissolved pigment adding to the texture of the ‘bark’. The trunk reach for a ceiling which may be sky or not and splits into branches, twigs and leaves. The leaves are undefined harsh whorls of little tight curls.
There might be a thousand little leaves of a story, of a life, of pain of happy, reaching for an unreachable sky. The arms stop. As if, exhaustion or worse, frustration set in. The hand drops the brush onto the floor.
“I’m glad I made you cover the floor first” Gojyo’s voice startle Hakkai.
“Ahh I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. I’m just saying is all,” Gojyo rests his head on Hakkai’s shoulder looking over at the wall mural.
“What does it say to you?”
Gojyo hesitates. He is actually uncertain. He wants very much to give something that Hakkai needs to hear, but he does not have the right words.
“Well all I can say is,” Gojyo drawls out, “I hope Blondie,” hissing on the word “appreciates the work we’ve done on this bloody house.”
Hakkai knows evasion when he hears one. Hakkai tilts his head back and laughs.
“Ahahaha, I am not sure. This might not be what he had in mind when he said he wanted a conversation piece. Don’t you think it’s too, you know black and white?”
Gojyo looks at his friend. He uses the towel in his hand to wipe off the sweat above Hakkai’s brow and on his forehead. He unsuccessfully tries to clean off a speck of paint under Hakkai’s chin, but smears and spreads it out more than he means to.
“C’mon lets go cool off eh!” Gojyo leads Hakkai away from the wall. “I’m sure he’ll be able to tell a few stories about it.”
Hakkai is glad that Gojyo is who he is - a blessing. Gojyo looks at all the things Hakkai paints and listens even if he does not understand all the things Hakkai is saying. For that, he cannot ask more.
(439 words)