Author's Note: This goes along with my headcanon that Rikan is bisexual and Torin is homosexual. (Although, I think the latter was confirmed by Marissa Meyer.)

A/N 2: This is based off of a prompt from OTP Prompts. (It will be listed at the end of the second chapter.)

A/N 3: Rikan does not have a son in this two-shot. Enjoy!

Torin had been searching for someone to draw. Just for pleasure. Of course, his entire occupation was for pleasure—he was an artist. He loved his job: the dance if the brush, the music of the paint, the life of the piece. Art was what made his soul shine onto the world. It was his only love, though he always longed to have a person.

As an artist, he appreciated a beautiful body, but he had yet to find an angel. Someone that beamed perfection. For Torin, perfection didn't mean a "perfect" all-muscle-no-fat body. No, no. That was all too typical.

Perfection, for Torin, meant someone who was imperfect. Someone who was imperfect and yet seemed to have a rhythm in them, a rhythm so alive that no matter their faults—no, because of their faults—it thrummed with a depth that resonated in your soul. A depth that made you feel alive.

Every artist seeks an angel, every artist has their own kind of angel. Torin knew that he had yet to find one of his own.

Their union was serendipitous and maybe slightly clichè, but those were always the best kinds. Torin was on a park bench, oblivious to the world around him. Absorbed in a world of his own.

He was sketching a waterfall, feeling all the emotions that came with being near a waterfall - peace, love, contentedness. Though not completely content, never completely content.

A chuckle beside him transported him back to the present. Torin gave a brief glare at the person next to him, not paying attention to what the person actually looked like.

The glare caused the person to laugh more. Torin admitted, grudgingly, to himself, He does have a beautiful laugh. Torin turned away from the person, continuing to draw. He wasn't focused anymore, however.

"You really enjoy that, don't you?" stated the mystery human. Torin continued to ignore him. The person shook his head. He began to speak again, turning his head to face the horizon. "I'd have to agree; art is something that one can get lost in easily."

Torin nearly laughed. This man was talking to him even though he wasn't replying. That was admirable, in a sense.

The comment about art brought a small smile to Torin's face and he looked at the man in a renewed interest. Very rarely did he meet a man who even somewhat understood what he felt when he was drawing.

"Yes, it is easy to get lost in art."

The man looked back at Torin in pleasant surprise. He looked happily stunned to have elicited a response from Torin.

The stranger smiled and Torin's breath was knocked out of him. Stars. He was feminine beautiful and masculine handsome at the same time.

His melted coffee brown eyes glinted with humor and kindness. His posture was straight but relaxed. The angles of his face cut through his flawless, tanned skin. He was the epitome of cool confidence.

And his smile, oh, his smile...

It was the reason the sun came out of its realm of night. It was the reason the Earth spun. It was the reason moon stayed in orbit. It was reason the world made sense. Suddenly, Torin didn't want to go a day without seeing something as beautiful as that smile.

Yes, it is easy to get lost in art. I am cluelessly wandering in the labyrinth of your smile, for it is surely a masterpiece.

"I'm assuming you're an artist." The man's voice was just as gorgeous as his face.

Torin resumed his nonchalant air, though his heart was running faster than a racehorse.

"Yes. Your profession, if I may ask?"

"Lawyer. Although I have always had an attraction to the arts - theatre, music, dancing, drawing and whatnot."

Torin closed his sketchbook, a curious smile on his face. How this man could make him smile so easily, he had no idea. Torin wasn't usually a very smiley person.

"That's interesting, because even though I'm an artist, I've always felt a thrill when it comes to politics," Torin commented.

The man laughed. Stop doing that. You're making me lose control, Torin thought, though admittedly not very agitated.

"What were you drawing?" the stranger asked. He then quickly added, "Only if you want to tell, of course."

Torin usually didn't share his pieces - it was like showing a part of himself - but he wanted this man to see it, for some odd reason.

Torin carefully opened his notebook to the waterfall. The man slid on the bench right next to him and his eyes widened.

"Is there something wrong?" Torin asked. A sharp intake of breath from the stranger.

"No, no. I just didn't think... Even without color, this is... It is... Beyond words."

The man looked into Torin's eyes, making Torin's heart stutter.

"You truly have a talent."

"Thank you," Torin whispered. The man smirked.

"No need. What's your name, if you don't mind?"

It took Torin a couple seconds to register the question.

"T-Torin. Konn Torin."

The stranger stuck out his hand and shoot Torin's firmly.

"And I am Rikan."

The name matched him perfectly. The word angel flashed briefly in Torin's mind.

"Do you have anything to do the rest of the day?" Rikan questioned. Words failed Torin, so he just shook his head.

Rikan smiled a pure, innocent, wide smile. He rose, offering his hand to Torin.

"Will you spend the rest of the day with me?"

There was no way Torin could have said no to him. So he spend the entire day with Rikan and enjoyed every second of it.

Not only was Rikan beautiful, he was kind, smart, and funny. And he seemed not to notice any of that. Torin felt a pang in his heart as he gazed at Rikan's chiseled face.

Apparently, Rikan had married at 25, and his wife had died three years after from some incurable disease. Now it was three years after the incident; Rikan was 31. Torin was 33, so not too terribly older than Rikan.

To an artist's eye, details were noticed. Torin could tell Rikan was still in the proccess of healing. He could tell Rikan didn't think he would find love again.

Subconsciously, Torin was determined to change that. An artist could also tell that Rikan wanted companionship - not necessarily a romantic one, just someone to help.

Torin wanted to be that person. He mentally scolded himself.

I can't fall in love this early. I've been with him only a day! Love is something that comes gradually... Not that I've ever been in love.

Maybe it wasn't love, but there was definitely an attraction. Rikan looked as if he enjoyed Torin's company too.

At the end of the day, he and Rikan exchanged cell phone numbers. We're like grade school crushes, Torin scoffed to himself. Then he reprimanded himself with the use of the word "crush."

Rikan had to tilt his head slightly downwards to look at Torin, a fact that jabbed at the older man's pride. But then Rikan smiled, and that miffed feeling disappeared.

"So, when can I see you again?"

Torin blurted out the thing that he had wanted to say since he had first seen Rikan's smile.

"Can I draw you?" Torin immediately flushed. Rikan laughed. "I- I mean... It's just... You're- I mean... Not to sound weird, but..." Rikan raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

Torin sighed. "Nothing. Just... Can I?"

"Are you sure that's all you want to do?" Rikan teased.

"Shut up," Torin mumbled. "I only meant it from a professional standpoint."

"Okay," he sang. Then he became somewhat serious. "But, yes. When can I come over? Would tomorrow be okay?"

Torin was sure his whole face had brightened. Tomorrow wasn't soon enough, but it would have to do.

"That would be splendid. What time?"

Rikan thought, then an almost imperceptible smirk came across his lips. Torin wondered what he was thinking, but Rikan said something before Torin could question anything. "Noon?"

Torin felt like throwing up rainbows. "Okay. Would you like to eat lunch with me?"

Rikan grinned. "I would love to, but it's probably best if I don't. It'll be interesting to see what happens tomorrow."

What does that mean? But Torin was too happy to question it, despite Rikan's rejection of his offer for lunch. Torin tried to push down his happiness and go back to his classic platonic stare.

"Where do you live, Torin?" Rikan asked. The use of Torin's name gave him a pleasant tingle down his spine. Torin gave him the address and gave a slight bow this masterfully created man, muttering his goodbyes. He turned to leave but felt a hand clasp around his wrist, sending electric pulses up his arm. Torin turned around to meet Rikan's slightly pleading eyes.

"Can you... Can you smile for me? Before you leave?"

It was such an innocent question, and this time Torin didn't hold back his smile. Stars, this man made him want to smile all the time. All the time and without abandon. It was an oddly exciting feeling.

Rikan's eyes seemed to absorb every detail of Torin's face. Rikan's hand went limp around Torin's wrist.

Torin asked hesitantly, "Will you smile for me?"

Rikan's face illuminated in that wondrous smile again and Torin melted.

He is an angel. He's my angel.

So both of them stood there, smiling, both of them unwilling to let go.