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in Charcoal + Part 5
As fate would have it, Duo
was the model for the second half of the class; a young model to contradict
what they drew in the first half. Heero's mind was bustling. What did
Duo mean by that comment?? DID he mean anything by it? He could barely
concentrate on his work as he tried to think what the young model meant.
Dare he hope?
"Heero… you're working slowly…"
He glanced up to see his tutor smiling encouragingly at him. Heh… Right.
He'd better press on… With an air of determination to get through this
second sitting, he looked up, ready to draw the eyes in greater detail.
He looked up to the model to find glittering, rich depths focused on him.
He looked back for a moment, eyes challenging until he felt stupid and
looked away. He glanced up again. Duo was now looking slightly to the
left of him and Heero quickly made a move to get working. He shook his
head at himself. He was being so stupid about this.
Flickering his gaze up, he looked closely at Duo, studying him. His eyes
moved down to his page to mark down his observations. He continued like
this, doing the observation drawing in high detail, trying to be precise
as possible in his findings. Duo's face was neutral and relaxed, the warm
and friendly depths of his eyes occasionally flickering around at things
he found of interest. It wasn't until Heero was halfway drawing the second
eye that he noticed that Duo's attention was focused on him again.
He glanced up, holding the model's gaze until the violent eyes glanced
away briefly, flickering back at him then lowering. Heero blinked for
a while, work forgotten. He quirked his head slightly. Duo confused him
immensely he decided. One moment suggestive, and the next almost coy,
Heero sighed, looking at the model. He was so stunning… The pencil he
held rest against the smooth surface of the paper, held stationary as
he admired the beautiful person in front of him.
He slowly returned to his work again, rubbing away some visible guidelines
he had put down earlier. Having tidied that up, the art student lightly
etched in the elegant arch of Duo's eyebrows, proceeding to give them
more definition when he was satisfied with the shape.
Heero looked at his watch. Twenty minutes left. His ass had gone numb.
He shifted slightly, eyeing his work as he did so. He subtly stretched
his arms in front of him and arched his back upwards, muscles cording
and pulling as he tried to stretch the cramp away. Clenching his fists
tightly, he proceeded to stretch his fingers out. Geez… who knew that
sitting still was so tiring?
He glanced at his page. Somewhere in the last forty minutes he had relaxed
more into the class, enabling him to get a fair amount of work done. Almost
everyone was done now. Just a bit more work on the mouth, the ear and
the little bit of clothing he had put at the very bottom. Duo's presence
in the room didn't make him as edgy now. He thought for a moment. This
was the… third sitting that Duo had modelled for. Maybe it was the brief
talk at break, or the friendly, almost encouraging glances that the model
had thrown to him, but his heart was only lurching occasionally now. Some
sort of comfortable agreement between both of them was established. He
didn't have to wipe his clammy hands against his trousers as frequently,
and he could think in coherent sentences whereas before, he could barely
think. He paused again when Duo looked over at him again. His arm paused;
Heero unable to concentrate on drawing when caught in that mesmerising
bluey violet gaze. He watched as a small, acknowledging smile brightened
Duo's face and sat, mind blank for a moment before hesitantly returning
Heero admired, while Duo talked.
He watched the happy expression and bathed in the laughter as they emanated
easily from the model. He glanced downwards to check where he was putting
his finished piece, carefully sliding it into the correct place in his
He slyly watched from the corner of his eye as he packed, trying to prolong
having to leave. Duo was heartily chatting and joking with the people
from his school that attended the class. He pouted internally to himself;
wishing that he was in the popular crowd of people so that he could be
among the group, interacting with Duo. Feeling somewhat inadequate, he
sped his actions up, zipping up the large, dark portfolio and throwing
his jacket on before breezing past them and leaving the room.
Was it wrong to dream, if dreaming was better than living?
Heero laid atop the sheets, the cotton of his shorts and T-shirt whispering
against his skin when a breeze would interrupt the silent of the night
and come trough his open window. He arms were folded behind his head,
supporting him in a relaxed position as he thought to himself.
His skin was still hot from his shower, and his thoughts swirled about
chaotically, more often than not settling on a certain chestnut-haired
person. His thoughts had started when he saw the letter from college on
his desk, forcing him to consider his college/university application again.
He only had a couple of months left. They had shifted from college, to
wondering what Duo was going to be doing come September. He sighed. He
didn't know what he wanted to do with his life, what to become.
He rolled over, burying his face into the soft, cool pillow. He grunted
irritatedly into it before turning his face to a side. Sighing, he let
his thoughts ease from him as he slid under the covers. However, one thought
that wouldn't be budged remained. Duo. Heero opened his eyes, blinking
into the darkness of his room. He felt inexplicably alone all of a sudden,
the quiet of his room which was usually a comfort, feeling hollow and
empty. He shut his eyes against it, pushing his face into the pillow again
and pulling the covers in closer to close off the feeling of too much
space for one person. The image of Duo, laughing among friends danced
in his mind as he moved to hold the corner of his pillow. He realised
with a sinking heart that he wasn't included in the group of people that
was taunting his imagination before falling into a dreamless sleep.
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