Prompt #6 [2/3]airgiodslvAugust 17 2007, 12:01:56 UTC
Ryan is standing in front of Gerard’s canvas with the paintbrush in his hands. The tree waves its branches back at him, blue-grey and ever-present black, waiting for him to finish it.
I can’t, he says, but Gerard’s hand is over his, dipping the brush into a pot. He doesn’t even know what colour.
He’s petrified, frozen with fear, but Gerard just lifts his hand until it hovers over the canvas, supporting without pressure or direction, not showing him where to go. I’ll mess it up, Ryan says desperately, but Gerard doesn’t let him go.
He finally forces himself to trace one of the lines that’s already there, barely breathing as he applies the paint, heart pounding in his chest.
More, Gerard says, and Ryan tries, but his lines are uneven, shaky, the curves all wrong. The tree looks crooked and distressed, and Ryan doesn’t know how Gerard wanted it but he’s sure this isn’t it.
I can’t, he says again, helplessly. I can’t.Gerard doesn’t guide his hand, but he’s still holding Ryan’s wrist, keeping him there. His breath is soft against Ryan
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Re: Prompt #6 [3/3]jez_twoJanuary 8 2009, 02:19:25 UTC
I've read this about a hundred times already but not sure I've ever commented. I love the way that you describe how they paint together the words flow beautifully. This is definitely at the top my Gerard/Ryan list :)
I can’t, he says, but Gerard’s hand is over his, dipping the brush into a pot. He doesn’t even know what colour.
He’s petrified, frozen with fear, but Gerard just lifts his hand until it hovers over the canvas, supporting without pressure or direction, not showing him where to go. I’ll mess it up, Ryan says desperately, but Gerard doesn’t let him go.
He finally forces himself to trace one of the lines that’s already there, barely breathing as he applies the paint, heart pounding in his chest.
More, Gerard says, and Ryan tries, but his lines are uneven, shaky, the curves all wrong. The tree looks crooked and distressed, and Ryan doesn’t know how Gerard wanted it but he’s sure this isn’t it.
I can’t, he says again, helplessly. I can’t.Gerard doesn’t guide his hand, but he’s still holding Ryan’s wrist, keeping him there. His breath is soft against Ryan ( ... )
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