Coffee and Fruit Snacks 19
Title: Art is...
Series: Rise of the Guardians
Characters/Pairings: Jack Frost/Pitch Black
Genre: Humor, Romance
Rating: G
Comments/Warnings: This post is to blame. Question: is it allowed to be the same half?
Jack sighed. Pitch had been at it for like… five minutes now. He knew they had a tool for getting corks out more easily in the kitchen somewhere, but Pitch was just pulling on the thing like a stubborn idiot. The cork was going to go flying when he finally got it out, if he got it out.
He wanted to be cuddling while he read, not trying to ignore Pitch’s pacing while he prayed that the bottle, at least, would not break, over a page he’d been staring at for five minutes now.
“Pitch, seriously, just go find the thing in the kitchen.”
“I don’t know where it is.”
“That’s why I said find it.”
“That’ll take too long.”
“It’s already taking too long!”
“I’ve almost got it,” Pitch argued, voice strained as he pulled, yet again, on the tiny little cork in the stupid bottle, “just a little bit more…”
Jack rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort when, with an itty bitty pop, the cork finally came free.
Followed by a very loud bang as Pitch’s elbow slammed into the wall behind him and cracked the drywall.
Jack shut his mouth and averted his eyes. He would really rather look at his book right now. It wasn’t even worth an, ‘I told you so.’
The room was quiet as Pitch stared at the hole uncomprehendingly. Eventually he looked at Jack, whose head was in his book, and slowly sidled over to block the view of the wall with his body.
Jack closed his eyes. Watching that sad, futile effort in his peripherals had been painful.
“It’s too late, Babe, I already saw the hole.”
__________
Jack would like to say he couldn’t wait for the weekend, except that he had already ordered the interior paint and mesh over the internet and knew what he was doing with his Saturday and was not, in fact, looking forward to it. The repair process wasn’t on the forefront of his mind when he came home, but it jumped the list when he saw what Pitch’s idea of fixing the wall was.
He dropped his briefcase right where he stood because gesture suddenly became necessary to his point, “Oh my God, Pitch, drywall is not that hard to fix!”
Dispassionate eyes met his across the room, and Pitch seemed to shrug without moving his shoulders, “It doesn’t need fixing. It’s art, Jack.”
In the time he was gone, Jack’s boyfriend had framed the hole, literally placed an empty frame on the wall around the hole, and added a tiny, engraved plastic plaque with the title and medium and who does that?
“That is not art.”
Pitch’s brow furrowed in displeasure, “Who says?”
“You didn’t do it with the purpose of creating art,” Jack argued.
Pitch dismissed that with a little wave of his hand, “It’s incidental art.”
“That’s!...” but a note of uncertainty had entered Jack’s voice, “I’m pretty sure that’s not a thing.”
But Pitch only smiled to himself, because that hesitation meant that even if Jack still repaired the wall, Pitch had already won.
Series: Rise of the Guardians
Characters/Pairings: Jack Frost/Pitch Black
Genre: Humor, Romance
Rating: G
Comments/Warnings: This post is to blame. Question: is it allowed to be the same half?
Jack sighed. Pitch had been at it for like… five minutes now. He knew they had a tool for getting corks out more easily in the kitchen somewhere, but Pitch was just pulling on the thing like a stubborn idiot. The cork was going to go flying when he finally got it out, if he got it out.
He wanted to be cuddling while he read, not trying to ignore Pitch’s pacing while he prayed that the bottle, at least, would not break, over a page he’d been staring at for five minutes now.
“Pitch, seriously, just go find the thing in the kitchen.”
“I don’t know where it is.”
“That’s why I said find it.”
“That’ll take too long.”
“It’s already taking too long!”
“I’ve almost got it,” Pitch argued, voice strained as he pulled, yet again, on the tiny little cork in the stupid bottle, “just a little bit more…”
Jack rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort when, with an itty bitty pop, the cork finally came free.
Followed by a very loud bang as Pitch’s elbow slammed into the wall behind him and cracked the drywall.
Jack shut his mouth and averted his eyes. He would really rather look at his book right now. It wasn’t even worth an, ‘I told you so.’
The room was quiet as Pitch stared at the hole uncomprehendingly. Eventually he looked at Jack, whose head was in his book, and slowly sidled over to block the view of the wall with his body.
Jack closed his eyes. Watching that sad, futile effort in his peripherals had been painful.
“It’s too late, Babe, I already saw the hole.”
__________
Jack would like to say he couldn’t wait for the weekend, except that he had already ordered the interior paint and mesh over the internet and knew what he was doing with his Saturday and was not, in fact, looking forward to it. The repair process wasn’t on the forefront of his mind when he came home, but it jumped the list when he saw what Pitch’s idea of fixing the wall was.
He dropped his briefcase right where he stood because gesture suddenly became necessary to his point, “Oh my God, Pitch, drywall is not that hard to fix!”
Dispassionate eyes met his across the room, and Pitch seemed to shrug without moving his shoulders, “It doesn’t need fixing. It’s art, Jack.”
In the time he was gone, Jack’s boyfriend had framed the hole, literally placed an empty frame on the wall around the hole, and added a tiny, engraved plastic plaque with the title and medium and who does that?
“That is not art.”
Pitch’s brow furrowed in displeasure, “Who says?”
“You didn’t do it with the purpose of creating art,” Jack argued.
Pitch dismissed that with a little wave of his hand, “It’s incidental art.”
“That’s!...” but a note of uncertainty had entered Jack’s voice, “I’m pretty sure that’s not a thing.”
But Pitch only smiled to himself, because that hesitation meant that even if Jack still repaired the wall, Pitch had already won.