=/= UNHIATUS

[lying-obedience.livejournal.com]

When; Early Afternoon.
Rating; PG [Probably]
Characters; Agatsuma Soubi [lying_obedience], Aoyagi Ritsuka [pixelatedmemory]
Summary; One artist. One subject. Art. Fluff. Cuteness abounds. ♥
Note; On-going ~
Log;


If Kio were there, perhaps he would have laughed at him.

He was drawing at the cigarette in his mouth with a sense of heavy nervousness, fingers clenching at the filter particularly hard. One breath, out, and his lips tasted nicotine again. It wasn’t as if he had never done this before. Often, it was good practice to keep one’s skills honed.

But…

But Soubi had never used Ritsuka as a means for his art before this.

It was a thought he’d had often – to ask the boy, though he himself was lousy at drawing. He always imagined staring at the finer details of his Sacrifice, hand moving over paper to draw out the lines and soft angles of his face. Or canvas.

To solidify Ritsuka’s beauty in paint—

He casually crushed the cigarette in a nearby tray and left the room designated as his studio. There would be plenty of time for that; he only had to wait for Ritsuka. Which he would do, he idly thought to himself, with the door open.

What did it matter to lock it anyway? Soubi smiled.