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Who: Wolfram von Bielefeld

flaming_for_yuu and Shibuya Yuuri

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Where: Outside
When: After Yuuri's post.
Rating: PG to PG-13 because they seem to keep getting squishy lately ~~yes I know it's all Wolfram's fault~~.
Summary: Wolfram talked Yuuri into sitting for a portrait after all.

the Story: Wolfram would have preferred better light. But at least it wasn't raining. The light was better than inside, too, though of course it and the supplies he'd talked the closet into disgorging weren't anything like the quality he was accustomed to at home. They would probably be sufficient. He didn't expect too much of Yuuri's "acrylics," either, though if the less potent scent was enough to talk Yuuri into posing for him, he wasn't about to complain.

"Well, find a pose," he suggested to his fiancé, settling on the grass and arranging paints and paperboard fussily.

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Wolfram paused before reaching for the sky blues. What were gym socks? And why did a particular style of clothing smell worse than others?

"I bathe regularly," he chose, as the most likely to actually make sense after Yuuri's non sequitur. A haughty look might help.

Leaning back on his hands, Yuuri rolled his eyes. "I know, but that doesn't mean a foot in my face is any less gross."

Dabbing a bit more blue, and a touch of red, and a bit of white onto the sky-color he was mixing, Wolfram replied with a noncommittal noise. Was there a bit more red? No, it was darker, that was the thing. More blue.

The lack of a response made Yuuri nervous, so instead of going silent like he probably should have, he leaned over to, er, admire(?) Wolfram's work. "That red's a little bright."

"I'm working on that," Wolfram grumbled, adding some of the darker blue. Now it was too dark. And slightly blodgy.

Well, he'd just add lighter sections up towards the top of the painting.

"Doesn't adding the opposite make it not as bright without making it dark...?"

"...Yuuri," Wolfram suggested brightly, "you could get some paperboard from the closet too."

Yuuri wasn't sure what would be worse: being worse than Wolfram and the blond saying "I told you so", or being better than Wolfram and invoking his scorn. Yuuri was not an idiot.

"Okay, okay, I'll be quiet."

That was better. Wolfram settled down to painting in smug silence.

This obviously meant Yuuri was free to sprawl back on the grass and try not to fidget, especially when he realized that there was a slightly domestic air about this whole situation, which was vaguely... vaguely something.

The silence, like most silences around Yuuri when the wimp wasn't working up to an explosion, pretty comfortable for Wolfram. He settled into a routine of dabbing at the upper half of the painting, leaving a bare stripe for the dark lurking band of forest to be painted in.

By the time it started to look like a lake with severe acne, he gave up and rinsed his brush clean. It could dry while he thought about how exactly one painted "massive line of trees" that didn't involve something like a black thundercloud.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, setting the brushes down on the side of his palette to dry.

Yuuri turned his head, having folded his arms behind while watching the clouds go by, and lied through his teeth. "Nothing, really. Are you surprised?"

Yuuri was being evasive. This was a sure sign that Wolfram should keep asking.

"What's the thoughtful look for, then?"

Yuuri thought quickly. "...The sky is very blue?"

Sometimes, Wolfram could understand why Weller was so soft on Yuuri. It was too hard to maintain a proper spirit of hardassed skepticism when the other boy had that wry, embarrassed, unforgivably cute look.

He glanced at his drying painting, trying not to smile. "No it's not. It's blotchy red and purple."

Yuuri shrugged as best he could, grinning dorkily and playing along. "That must be what I found so perplexing. Hunh."

Wolfram failed to keep his smile from breaking free at that comment. "Except you were looking at the one that's bluer."

The snort Yuuri made at that was a perfect replica of one of Wolfram's as he rolled his eyes. "Want me to play along or not?"

"That depends on whether you're going to tell me what you were really thinking," Wolfram shot back with the original snort of which Yuuri's was a pale imitation.

Yuuri wasn't really interested in being a pampered and spoiled brat, so he didn't feel challenged in the least~

He could, however, outpout Wolfram easily. "...I forgot?"

Wolfram wasn't about to accept that flimsy excuse. No matter how cute the wimp was being when he delivered it.

"No you didn't."

Wolfram did not realize that Yuuri's pouting was an attempt at blatant evasion, apparently. The only method that was more foolproof than playing dumb was to not say anything at all, so that was just what Yuuri did.

Wolfram realized it, he had just been pushing.

With a resigned sigh, he picked up his palette again, eying the forest. The branches definitely had more red in them. And it might balance out the red in the sky, or something. But first, black-green for all the shadows and dark leaves in there.

Edited 2008-07-15 13:03 (UTC)

Yuuri, meanwhile, was tracing the clouds in the sky above them with a fingertip, one eye closed to improve his accuracy. "You know, it's kind of weird."

"What is?" Wolfram asked absently, focused on the outline he was tracing in paler green.