Justin Taylor (jstn_sunshine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-10-19 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, iron bull, justin taylor |
Who: Justin Taylor and Iron Bull
When: Backdated: Beginning of September
Where: A Restaurant
What: Bull is buying lunch. Justin is sketching Bull's tattoo
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
While it wasn’t necessary for the man Justin was meeting with to buy him lunch simply because he’d offered to try and sketch the image he wanted, Justin wasn’t going to say no to a free meal. After all, it would have been rude to deny the offer. On the day and time they had agreed upon, Justin had headed over, sketchpad and pencils in his messanger bag. Reaching the restaurant, he stepped inside and glanced around, looking for the man he was meeting.
Bull had already been there, sitting in a corner table in the back so he could size up the place and the guy he’d arranged to meet. It was dream habits leeching into his waking life, the Ben-Hassrath spy training that he’d had making him more aware of other people’s actions than he’d been before. And more paranoid.
When Bull saw the blond guy walk in, he was struck by how slender he was, and how much younger it made him seem. Lifting a hand to call him over, Bull put away the book he’d been skimming.
After talking to Bull on Valarnet, Justin had googled him. He knew that he was some sort of fighter as a result of the network, but he wanted to get a better idea of who he was meeting, so when he walked into the diner, he spotted the man almost right away. Walking over to where he was seated, Justin smiled down at him before sliding into the booth across from him, “Hey, hope you haven’t been waiting long.”
Bull smiled when the kid walked over. He reached out to shake his hand before sitting. “Nope, not long at all.” He preferred to get there first anyway. “This place seems nice, though.”
Justin wouldn’t have been surprised to find that Bull referred to him in his head as a kid cause Justin knew that despite being in his mid twenties, a lot of people thought that he was much younger upon first meeting him. “Good. Wouldn’t have wanted to keep you waiting.” Justin smiled as he sat down and nodded, “It does. I’ve actually never been here. Driven by it before, but never came in.”
“Well, I’m glad to help be guinea pig,” Bull smiled. “It smells good, which is usually a good sign.” He opened a menu, smiling at Justin. “How long have you been doing the art thing? You look what, twenty-two? Twenty-three?”
“According to my mom, I’ve been drawing since I could hold a pencil.” Justin said, glancing up at the other man from the menu, “And I’m twenty five. I know, I look a lot younger.” He reached into his messenger bag for his sketchbook and passed it over to Bull, “There’s some samples of stuff I’ve done in there.” Justin had quite a few sketchbooks lying around his apartment, most filled up completely, but a lot of them were only half full cause he’d usually grab the nearest one when he went out so that he was never without one. This particular one had a few of the sketches he’d done of Brian from his dreams along with Billy throughout it. Unlike when he’d met with Maes, Justin hadn’t actually looked through this one beforehand and didn’t realize that some of the sketches of his dream boyfriend and real life ex boyfriend were a few of the more scandalous ones he’d done.
“It’s hard to gauge age,” Bull replied. He flipped through the sketchbook, smiling to himself. The sexy ones made him chuckle. “Do your body subjects know they’re subjects?”
Justin wasn't the least bit embarrassed by the sketches, but he tried not to bring certain ones with him when he was meeting with people he was going to be doing something for, "Yeah. No, they knew. Well, he knew." He pointed to one of the sketches of Billy, sleeping, nude. He'd done that one early one morning almost a year earlier. "The other one is from my dreams." Drawing from memory was something Justin was very good at, which was how he'd drawn all the ones of Brian as well as some of the one's of Billy when his ex hadn't been around.
“I imagine they’d be good source material.” Bull wished he was more artistically inclined, but beyond drawing vitaar, he was pretty hopeless. He could draw things suitably enough to get the vitaar to work (in his dreams, at least), but it didn’t have the same flourish that he wanted in a tattoo.
Justin laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I have no problem doing nudes. Especially when it’s the two of them.” Since Billy had broken up with him, he hadn’t really drawn his ex much, but every now and then he’d had the urge and had had to do a quick sketch; none of those ones had been nude though.
Their waitress approached then to see if they were ready to order and after Justin placed his own, he handed over his menu as he waited for Bull to place his.
Bull nodded and smiled, placing his own order. He ate mostly lean protein and drank loads of water, so he apologized to the waitress for ordering all the bread on the side. “Seems like such a California thing to do,” he said to Justin.
“What? Drawing nudes? Would have thought that that could be an anyplace kind of thing.” Justin smirked, turning the sketchpad to a clean page and pulled out a pencil. “So, should we try to get this thing sketched out before the food gets here.” He figured that if they got the bulk of it done before their lunch arrived they could change things and add things when they were finished eating.
“Nah, I meant me ordering all of my bread on the side.” Bull rolled his eyes. “Stupid low carb diet.” Bull ate pasta like it was his job on his cheat days. “May I use your pencil?” Bull could draw well enough to give Justin an idea to clean up.
He sketched out the sigil of his dream people and passed it over to Justin. “I just suck at straight lines and it kind of looks like a kid drew it, but you get the idea.”
“Oh! I hadn’t even realized. I guess living here my whole life, nothing really seems out of the ordinary when it comes to food.” Justin had grown up in Beverly Hills so various diets didn’t really faze him. “Yeah, sure.” He handed over one of the pencils he’d brought with him and watched as Bull drew a rough sketch of what he wanted.
He turned the sketchpad around once Bull was finished and looked at the image. “Let me see what I can do.” It wasn’t a very complicated symbol and Justin could already see where he could put in details.
“As a kid, my mom wouldn’t have let me get away with that. She bought it, I’d eat it,” Bull smiled. “Bread and all. But I was a skinny kid, so the carbs were important.” Bull hadn’t really filled out until he’d served in the Marines, and he’d only gotten really big when he’d needed an outlet after being discharged. “Hey, that’s a good quality, though, not being surprised by things.”
“And then there’s the things I’ve seen over the last two years, so really, I don’t think anything can surprise me any more.” Justin finished his sketch, smudging a few spots with his fingers before turning the sketchpad towards Bull, “How’s this for a start?”
Bull looked at the sketchpad and nodded. “That’s perfect.” He smiled at Justin, feeling good about things. “I knew you’d know what I needed.”
A smile spread across Justin’s face, “I’m glad you like it.” He’d never really drawn tattooes for anyone before so Justin had been worried that he wouldn’t be able to do what Bull wanted. “Anything you wanted added or changed?” The waitress appeared then with their order and Justin closed the sketchpad so he could put it away for the moment.
Bull shook his head. “I love it as is. I’m thinking either lower on my arm - starting a sleeve - or maybe on my chest. I dunno, maybe I’ll ask the tattoo artist.” When the food arrived, Bull smiled and leaned back. “Really, thanks, Justin. I’m glad we met up. If you need anyone punched, let me know. I owe you.”