Green, the color of life. The smell of herbs filled the air relaxing the two men. And the source of the herbs is on the canvas, the bare pale back of Kakashi. The artist, Iruka, continued to apply the medicinal plants. Stroke after stroke, continuing to work on his piece. The sound of paste meeting and gliding on skin whispered in the quiet room. Neither of them had spoke. The brush tickled, and numbed the bruised and scratched skin, hiding the purple and the pain that throbbed. When the
Green, the color of life. The smell of herbs filled the air relaxing the two men. And the source of the herbs is on the canvas, the bare pale back of Kakashi. The artist, Iruka, continued to apply the medicinal plants. Stroke after stroke, continuing to work on his piece. The sound of paste meeting and gliding on skin whispered in the quiet room. Neither of them had spoke. The brush tickled, and numbed the bruised and scratched skin, hiding the purple and the pain that throbbed. When the feel of mixed paste being applied had stoped, kakashi turned his head over to Iruka who looked at him with gratitude. Kakashi shifted to turn around to face Iruka. And a rough hand grabbed him by the back of his neck making their foreheads touch. Iruka smiled as he took in a breathe. Green, the color of life was truly beautiful. Black ink eyes opened staring deep into the hollow dark one..
"You are alive." Tan lips whispered in utter awe.
And something, something in that hollow orb flickered in recognition. Like every artist who are done with their canvas, they take a moment to appreciate this work. But iruka knew, he knew that the life, the beauty before him was already beautiful. And he knew, that Kakashi understood what Iruka really said.
"You are beautiful."
note: this was just a short scene that i've been thinking about that was inspired from a drawing
drawing: . /896f703d9b22b31a06b4136c6156ca70/tumblr_na7cf06S841qkgnf6o1_
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