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rainbowfic2012-08-12 11:34 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-12 11:34 pm
Lawn Green 14, Faded Blue 7: longing
Author: Kat
Title: longing
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Lawn green 14 (reruns), faded blue 7 (the way you haunt my dreams)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, stickers (duff), feathers (this picture), fabric (this picture), glitter ("If you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind goes when it wanders." - Bernard Byer), novelty beads (this).
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG.
Summary: He can't paint Jack like that.
Warnings: none
Notes: I don't know why Jack's wandering half-naked around a forest. I've stopped asking.
A hot autumn on a college campus and Jack ambling through the trees, towel slung around his neck, swim trunks hanging low on his hips. Felix wants to paint him like that-- the long lines of his body, flip-flops stirring up debris on the forest floor, the droplets of water beaded on his skin.
He closes his eyes, takes a breath. He can't paint Jack like that. Everyone would know. But the memory is an itch under his skin, a breath he can't release, a story he can't tell.
His mind is wandering. Felix collects himself, and returns to work.
Title: longing
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Lawn green 14 (reruns), faded blue 7 (the way you haunt my dreams)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, stickers (duff), feathers (this picture), fabric (this picture), glitter ("If you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind goes when it wanders." - Bernard Byer), novelty beads (this).
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG.
Summary: He can't paint Jack like that.
Warnings: none
Notes: I don't know why Jack's wandering half-naked around a forest. I've stopped asking.
A hot autumn on a college campus and Jack ambling through the trees, towel slung around his neck, swim trunks hanging low on his hips. Felix wants to paint him like that-- the long lines of his body, flip-flops stirring up debris on the forest floor, the droplets of water beaded on his skin.
He closes his eyes, takes a breath. He can't paint Jack like that. Everyone would know. But the memory is an itch under his skin, a breath he can't release, a story he can't tell.
His mind is wandering. Felix collects himself, and returns to work.