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rainbowfic2013-10-29 12:48 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2013-10-29 12:48 am
Dirt Brown #13
Name: Greenling
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Dirt Brown #13 (Night)
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-numbers (let us slumber with a song)
Word Count: 1,003
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Dmitry and Peace talk, and there is more adorable. That's pretty much it.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
"...And no one we were with lived anywhere nearby, so I had to haul him like ten blocks back home tossed over over my shoulder, with his bag of candy in my other hand. Mom was pissed."
Dmitry laughed; Peace was grinning, though his face had an air of wistfulness to it. The scraps of dinner sat long-cooled beside them, along with the dregs of Peace's fourth glass of water; after the first hour, Dmitry had turned the TV off and happily given up any ideaof spending the night doing anything else.
"So, yeah," Peace said, changing the subject. "You know, as this point it'd be fair for me to ask you a few questions."
"Pfft. I'm boring," Dmitry said. "I grew up in Asshole of Nowhere, Kentucky; my family are the weirdos who live on the outskirts of town, then I turned out gay, so I fled the state and spent the last six years on a liberal arts degree. My brother still hasn't forgiven me. That's it."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Peace frowned. "...Hasn't forgiven you about your being gay or the liberal arts degree?"
Dmitry snorted, shaking his head. "Oh, no. I mean he hasn't forgiven me for leaving. We've... always been really close, but he went to a state school. Last I heard he's got a decent job and is planning some huge party to propose to his girlfriend on her birthday." He leaned back on his hands. "Real solid life plans. I called him bourgeois and I think he thought it was a compliment."
"Oh. Well, I think you're interesting." Peace's voice wavered, like it couldn't decide if it wasn't to be deep or not. "Your bookshelf is huge, and I'm not sure what language some of those look like they're in. I, uh, went to community college for a year, it didn't work out..."
"That's nice to hear, I guess. Most of those are textbooks." Dmitry shrugged. "So... how the hell does your voice do that?"
"My voice?" He blinked, then smiled. "Oh, yeah... it just does, I guess? Like my throat has a built-in effects pedal. It's useful for singing and stuff."
"You sing." Dmitry leaned in. "I want to hear this."
For whatever reason, that made Peace blush a little. He turned away and leaned back further onto the green faux-leather beanbag in the corner. "Mostly I sing metal, it's not classical or anything... if I still had my guitar I could play it, but..."
"A werewolf heavy metal musician. God. Seriously." Dmitry was grinning ear-to-ear.
There was a short, awkward moment as Peace looked at him as if he was about to say something, and they just stared at each other, not quite sure where to go from there, what they wanted to say, or whether the space between them was a little too wide. Then an odd look passed Peace's features.
"...Is this how you'd normally act?"
Dmitry was taken aback. "What? The hell do you mean?"
"No no, just..." He had never seen a guy Peace's size get so awkwardly embarrassed. "I've gotten some... some other stuff has happened. And I'm not completely sure how this whole werewolf thing, I mean- it's complicated. So I just have to ask."
"You... think..." Dmitry tried to decipher what Peace was saying. "You're wondering if you have some kind of magic attraction power."
Peace shrugged.
Dmitry shook his head and snorted again. "You mean outside of a jawline that looks like it could cut diamond? Dude, I have no idea why that came up, but I can promise you that if anything, if you weren't claiming to be a werewolf, I'd have tried to climb in your pants already." He waved a dismissive hand. "I'm sure there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere, but you seem cool, we seem to get along, and you're a pair of leather pants and a rocket launcher away from being the Platonic form of my type."
Peace raised an eyebrow, processing that, then looked down at the floor and sighed. "Mm. I guess I'm just overly worried. Thanks... I didn't mean to fish for compliments." He smiled again, covering his mouth to yawn. "I like you too. You seem like a really nice guy."
Dmitry started to laugh, then caught Peace's yawn, which caught him off guard and hung for a moment before it was satisfied. He rolled to his feet, grabbing the plates. "Thanks, I guess."
"Uhm," Peace continued. "You said, uh, that you wanted me to... show you the werewolf thing."
Dmitry looked at him and considered. "...Tomorrow. I do, but, tomorrow. You gonna finish that?" He pointed to the glass of water.
Peace finished it and handed it off. "Is it cool if I borrow your shower?" He flashed an apologetic smile again. "I probably smell pretty bad already."
"Sure. Don't worry about it- and you can take the bed, I'll sleep on the beanbag. You said you've been sleeping outside..."
"Oh, you really don't have to do that." Peace looked almost worried.
"No. Dude." Dmitry gave him a look as he tossed the dishes in the sink. "I don't know where either of us are going to be tomorrow. Take the bed, get a good night's sleep, you need one."
"If you insist."
Peace got up and headed towards the bathroom; Dmitry finished cleaning up. After he left the room, Dmitry stripped his own shirt off to checks his shoulder; it was still red and tender, but looked normal. He let out an inward sigh of relief; he didn't realize he'd been that worried. Grabbing a clean washcloth, he took a moment to wash himself off in the sink and change into pajama pants. The sound of singing, soft enough that he probably didn't realize it was audible outside, came from the shower. Dmitry snickered to himself/
For the moment, he was happy. He grabbed an extra blanket from the closet, double-checked that the door is bolted, flopped onto his beanbag, and immediately fell asleep.
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Dirt Brown #13 (Night)
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-numbers (let us slumber with a song)
Word Count: 1,003
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Dmitry and Peace talk, and there is more adorable. That's pretty much it.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
"...And no one we were with lived anywhere nearby, so I had to haul him like ten blocks back home tossed over over my shoulder, with his bag of candy in my other hand. Mom was pissed."
Dmitry laughed; Peace was grinning, though his face had an air of wistfulness to it. The scraps of dinner sat long-cooled beside them, along with the dregs of Peace's fourth glass of water; after the first hour, Dmitry had turned the TV off and happily given up any ideaof spending the night doing anything else.
"So, yeah," Peace said, changing the subject. "You know, as this point it'd be fair for me to ask you a few questions."
"Pfft. I'm boring," Dmitry said. "I grew up in Asshole of Nowhere, Kentucky; my family are the weirdos who live on the outskirts of town, then I turned out gay, so I fled the state and spent the last six years on a liberal arts degree. My brother still hasn't forgiven me. That's it."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Peace frowned. "...Hasn't forgiven you about your being gay or the liberal arts degree?"
Dmitry snorted, shaking his head. "Oh, no. I mean he hasn't forgiven me for leaving. We've... always been really close, but he went to a state school. Last I heard he's got a decent job and is planning some huge party to propose to his girlfriend on her birthday." He leaned back on his hands. "Real solid life plans. I called him bourgeois and I think he thought it was a compliment."
"Oh. Well, I think you're interesting." Peace's voice wavered, like it couldn't decide if it wasn't to be deep or not. "Your bookshelf is huge, and I'm not sure what language some of those look like they're in. I, uh, went to community college for a year, it didn't work out..."
"That's nice to hear, I guess. Most of those are textbooks." Dmitry shrugged. "So... how the hell does your voice do that?"
"My voice?" He blinked, then smiled. "Oh, yeah... it just does, I guess? Like my throat has a built-in effects pedal. It's useful for singing and stuff."
"You sing." Dmitry leaned in. "I want to hear this."
For whatever reason, that made Peace blush a little. He turned away and leaned back further onto the green faux-leather beanbag in the corner. "Mostly I sing metal, it's not classical or anything... if I still had my guitar I could play it, but..."
"A werewolf heavy metal musician. God. Seriously." Dmitry was grinning ear-to-ear.
There was a short, awkward moment as Peace looked at him as if he was about to say something, and they just stared at each other, not quite sure where to go from there, what they wanted to say, or whether the space between them was a little too wide. Then an odd look passed Peace's features.
"...Is this how you'd normally act?"
Dmitry was taken aback. "What? The hell do you mean?"
"No no, just..." He had never seen a guy Peace's size get so awkwardly embarrassed. "I've gotten some... some other stuff has happened. And I'm not completely sure how this whole werewolf thing, I mean- it's complicated. So I just have to ask."
"You... think..." Dmitry tried to decipher what Peace was saying. "You're wondering if you have some kind of magic attraction power."
Peace shrugged.
Dmitry shook his head and snorted again. "You mean outside of a jawline that looks like it could cut diamond? Dude, I have no idea why that came up, but I can promise you that if anything, if you weren't claiming to be a werewolf, I'd have tried to climb in your pants already." He waved a dismissive hand. "I'm sure there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere, but you seem cool, we seem to get along, and you're a pair of leather pants and a rocket launcher away from being the Platonic form of my type."
Peace raised an eyebrow, processing that, then looked down at the floor and sighed. "Mm. I guess I'm just overly worried. Thanks... I didn't mean to fish for compliments." He smiled again, covering his mouth to yawn. "I like you too. You seem like a really nice guy."
Dmitry started to laugh, then caught Peace's yawn, which caught him off guard and hung for a moment before it was satisfied. He rolled to his feet, grabbing the plates. "Thanks, I guess."
"Uhm," Peace continued. "You said, uh, that you wanted me to... show you the werewolf thing."
Dmitry looked at him and considered. "...Tomorrow. I do, but, tomorrow. You gonna finish that?" He pointed to the glass of water.
Peace finished it and handed it off. "Is it cool if I borrow your shower?" He flashed an apologetic smile again. "I probably smell pretty bad already."
"Sure. Don't worry about it- and you can take the bed, I'll sleep on the beanbag. You said you've been sleeping outside..."
"Oh, you really don't have to do that." Peace looked almost worried.
"No. Dude." Dmitry gave him a look as he tossed the dishes in the sink. "I don't know where either of us are going to be tomorrow. Take the bed, get a good night's sleep, you need one."
"If you insist."
Peace got up and headed towards the bathroom; Dmitry finished cleaning up. After he left the room, Dmitry stripped his own shirt off to checks his shoulder; it was still red and tender, but looked normal. He let out an inward sigh of relief; he didn't realize he'd been that worried. Grabbing a clean washcloth, he took a moment to wash himself off in the sink and change into pajama pants. The sound of singing, soft enough that he probably didn't realize it was audible outside, came from the shower. Dmitry snickered to himself/
For the moment, he was happy. He grabbed an extra blanket from the closet, double-checked that the door is bolted, flopped onto his beanbag, and immediately fell asleep.
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Thank you.
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They're probably expecting at least as bad as you are in this scene...