Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dean looked at the package, which was clearly shaped like a painting, then looked at Susan, his eyes wide. "You didn't," he said with quiet disbelief. He pulled the paper off with far more care than he had with any of Seamus' gifts. His smile of wonder was small but full of heart as his breath hitched a little, looking at the painting. His love of bright colours was evident in his own work, but it was nothing like Afremov. He touched the surface of the thick daubs of paint ever so gently near one corner, fingers running over the bumps and edges of the dried oil paint.
"Thank you," he said, warmth and sincerity filling his voice. He couldn't believe Susan had bought it for him. He would never have afforded it himself, and didn't really want to think about how much it had cost. He managed to balance it against his torso and pulled out his wand, sending the painting bobbing gently over to the side, out of the way of the party. Then he couldn't help himself, he grabbed Susan in another hug, easily picking her up and swinging her around, before setting her gently back on her feet with a sound kiss on the cheek.