Robert Colquhoun (kolkoon) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-12-29 01:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~robert colquhoun |
Who? Colquhoun & Lola
Where? Colquhoun's apartment
When? Boxing day evening
What? Keeping promises and keeping warm.
Rating? Possibly high.
Open? No
Colquhoun wasn't sure he'd ever met someone who made him as nervous as Lola did. It was exhilarating, it kept him on his toes, and it stopped him thinking about everything he'd left behind. When Lola was around, it seemed like none of it mattered.
When he'd moved in, he'd rearranged a lot of the furniture, and got rid of a fair bit to make the space into something of a studio. Now, he found himself running around trying to rearrange it into more of a habitable area. Dust sheets were lifted and thrown over half-finished pieces, rags and brushes and tubes of paint gathered up and shoved in a spare bedroom- God, everything still looked like a fucking bohemian nightmare. Canvasses and paper and books went in with the rest, and he pulled the door on that room. Okay, it wasn't too bad. It smelled a bit like turps, and he seemed to have paint splatters in the strangest of places, but he couldn't fix that now. Hell, he was covered in paint splatters most of the time. He wasn't sure he even owned anything perfectly clean anymore.
He would do. The room would do. Shit, he should have suggested meeting somewhere else. But it was too late now.