Torn History | By : Lunarsempai Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This story is based on "Harry Potter, " the novels and subsequent films created by JK Rowling, licensed to various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury, Scholastic and Warner Bros. This e-publication makes no profi |
… Perfection?
A small sigh filtered out of the mouth of the blond as he placed his brushes on the cloth near his coffee cup. This habit has led to him drinking some of his paint on occasion. Just like his coffee he was a simple man but, held within his depths secrets that would have to be pried from his dead hands before he tells. He grunted and pulled the collar of his white smock up to cover the large yawn that fell from his lips. His masterpiece would soon be complete and the time for sleep would be welcomed.
One thing could be said for him, he was diligent in his work. His canvas moved suddenly below him and let out a breathy giggle. This was the part of the job that he could do without. His work was his pride. His new self after his old self faded.
'What would you say if you could see me now?' He asked his father's ghost. He sucked at his teeth as his canvas moved again. "Would you stop it? I'm trying to make this as smooth as possible and I don't think you'd want it to smudge" His canvas muttered a soft apology before returning to its still state.
Again the pale man sighed and picked up a thin brush. He grabbed the black paint and started adding thin highlights to the swirls of red, green and blue that decorated his canvas. He wiped his forehead with his smock as he added the final touch to his canvas. The loft he was working in was hot and humid even with all the windows open. Across from him sat a young man with sandy blond hair. He was reading a copy of '1st To Die' By James Patterson and every now and again he would look up to see what the other blond was doing.
"Are you finished yet? We haven't got all day," he said in a bored voice, turning to another page before he continued reading. "I want to get out of this furnace."
The blond painter glared at his canvas. "You can leave if you like, no one is forcing you to be here" he said, not acknowledging the other man's irritation. How was he supposed to work with this idiot nattering at him?
"How rude," the Sandy haired man said. He put his book away and began to stand up.
"Fredrick just shut up" The canvas said, moving onto to her elbows and turning towards her companion. "I for one quite like it here and want to see this finished even if it's a bit hot and you know Dominic is the best there is" The canvas was about to move again when Dominic placed his hand on her shoulder to steady her.
"Judy!" Fredrick said, he snarled and picked up his bag. "Call me when you stop with this foolishness," The sandy haired man walked away snarling, he cursing the blond painter with aristocratic features. Judy lay back down and turned her head to the side.
"I'm sorry for Freddie's behaviour" She whispered, staring at the wall. Dominic didn't saw anything. He grabbed his cup of coffee and drowned it. By this time it was cold and had a slightly bitter taste that he didn't like. "It's done; relax while I get the fan."
The young painter got up and went to get his fan. He plugged it into the extension cord and set it on the chair. He flipped it on and went to get his digital camera. He stood opposite the light source and turned on his camera. It was a simple Nikon camera; he had it so long that it was as much a part of him as his love for body painting. He snapped three pictures. One of the paint wet and two of it with the paint dry, one of which he would send to the client when he cleaned the memory card.
He assembled his three sided mirror and allowed Judy to view his work. She got up and looked at it, gasping as she did so. On her back sat a mermaid so life like she thought she could reach out and touch her. She looked at the fin like appendages that extended from the mermaid's face. Hair the colour of crown royal whiskey fell over her shoulder and down her stomach. Judy tentatively touched the mermaid's head over her shoulder and moved her hand down to poke at the crashing waves that sat on her lower back. She could see why Dominic was the best; not only were his works life like but they were also a display of his vivid imagination.
"Wow, Dominic, it's beautiful" she whispered. He was drying his brushes when she came out. He didn't say anything but the faint redness in his cheeks told her that he was embarrassed. She reached for her bag and handed him a 100 pound note. He took it and pocketed it before pointing her to the bathroom. She took her bag and went into the bathroom; this gave Dominic time to his thoughts.
Dominic began recapping all his paints and gathered the plastic from the floor. He folded her towel and put it on the chair near her shoes. Yawning openly and he put his coffee cup into the sink to be washed with his water cup. He gathered up his paints and brushes and put them away. He thought about how his life had changed so drastically over the past six years. Back when he was similar to Fredrick; high and mighty, seeing the entire world as beneath him. Dominic sighed as he put away his Nikon. He then got out his rag and began cleaning off his plastic and hung it out on the balcony to dry before he put it away.
Dominic sighed when he thought about the cold and hunger he had to endure before he came to London. He couldn't even afford the clothes he was wearing now and this loft, one that someone might see as a poor man's home, was well beyond his reach six years ago. He thought about his mentor. Never in all his life had he thought he would need a mentor.
"Who's the lucky lady" A soft voice startled him out of his thoughts and he turned around to face Judy. She was wearing a lilac coloured string top and a jean mini-skirt with stockings. She grabbed her towel and put it around her neck he mumbled that he wasn't thinking about a girl. She laughed and asked, "a boy then?" He shook his head and took the glass that was left behind by Fredrick.
Judy smiled and shook her head, "Seems like a waste to me" Dominic just chuckled, and handed her back a five note. She pushed it back at him. "Keep it. Thanks for the great work" She quickly kissed him on the cheek before he could protest and grabbed her shoes. She left without another word. He sighed and started washing up his dishes. It wasn't that he didn't have someone he wanted, that was far from the case, but that person was a part of his past. A past he would like to forget. He sighed again, putting his dishes in the drainer to dry before grabbing a copy of 'Darwin's Radio' and heading to his bed.
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