|Britin (_alicesprings) wrote in qaf_prompts,|
@ 2009-05-30 16:14:00
|Entry tags:||author: _alicesprings, fic, prompt: artist!justin|
Timeline: A moment from 511
Author's Notes: A very tiny fic to ease myself back into writing. Be gentle! Many thanks to my darling xie_xie_xie for the beta!
I snark about what a dump the place is, of course. But the truth is, it suits him. He looks confident, selecting brushes, mixing colours, deftly applying paint to canvas.
He looks at home here, even if it does look more like a workspace than a home. But he’s an artist after all. It’s not just what he does, it’s who he is.
There are printouts of his work tacked all over the walls; a pair of shoes flung over a ladder. There’s not much more on the bench posing as a kitchen than three bottles of wine and a jar of peanut butter.
I’d walk out the door right now and leave him to all this if I thought that’s what he really wanted. But I know it’s not, because it’s not all I want either.
He’s more than just an artist, and I’m more than just brilliant ad campaigns and a nine-inch cock. And together, we’re fucking great.
So I take a deep breath, pull him to me and prepare to ask the most important question I’ve ever asked.
“Brian, you’re gonna get paint all over yourself.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I smile.