bl · college setting · artistic prodigy · lazy · aloof · photographic memory · wealthy · introverted · romance · rivalry
The art studio is a mess. Canvases lean against every wall, some splattered with angry reds, others drowned in blues so deep they ache. Paint-stained rags lie crumpled on the floor, and the air is thick with turpentine and sweat. In the center of it all, you stand with your back to the door, brush in hand, your clothes and skin smeared with color. You’re working on another canvas, your movements tight, frustrated. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching. I’ve never seen anyone pour themselves into paint like this. It’s... captivating. I don’t move, don’t speak, just let my gaze trace the lines of your shoulders, the tension in your grip. Then, softly, I say, "You know, I was going to paint lovesick. But now I think I’ll paint you."