Zell stopped watching me paint and took a chair to the side of me. He sat
in it and began mixing colors of paint together. When he had finished, he
stood on that same chair to begin work on Quez, and I couldn't help but be
distracted for a moment. The chair put my head on level with his ass, and I
wondered why he wore such baggy pants. I turned my eyes back to Shiva and
set to work.
"So," Zell said after a few moments. "Why did you make it look like Shiva's tired?" I sighed as I added a few strokes of darker blue to Shiva's hip, adding the look of shadows. I was working my way down, and already knew where I wanted her feet to be. There would be some space between her and the icy grass, because that's how she usually "stands".
"Because that's how she is," I said. I continued painting and saw a fleck of yellow paint fall next to my bare foot. It was so bright it seemed almost to glow. "She's tired." I looked up at Zell, who had started on the right wing of Quezacotl, and was drawing the thunderbird's feathers. The moonlight silvered his face and I looked up in awe for a moment before returning to my work. Shiva was nearing done, and I was really only painting in the solid parts of her midriff and thighs.
"Why is she so tired? It's been three months. Shouldn't she have recovered by now?" I sighed. As usual, he was right. But he was thinking about how she could be physically tired, and not emotionally or mentally unhappy.
"She's perfectly fine, physically," I said. I dabbed a bit of dark blue back onto my brush and set to work defining her legs, making each one look separate from the other as they ought. "Something is wrong with her emotionally. I don't quite know what, and she has refused telling me. I don't understand what could be bothering her. It's been this way for some time." Zell nodded above me. I began working on her toes, and painting each one to be different, smaller or larger, just as I remember them.
We worked on into the later hours, and when I had finished, not long afterward, I stood back and watched Zell paint. I wasn't so interested in his painting as I was in the motions of his hands as the brush came down, or the way the muscles in his back rippled. He's usually such a ball of energy, but now it's focused into this task. He could focus that supernova in many ways, at any time, as I had seen him do it on the battlefield. I didn't dare stay long, however, or he might notice that I wasn't watching him paint.
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I stood on my chair, brushing out the design that scrolled along Quez's wings. It had been the inspiration for my tattoo, though few knew it. Squall stood behind me, watching with those eyes that saw so well in the night. I was glad just to have him here. I don't understand why he stays around me all the time. After all, I'm just Zell Dincht. But if he wants to waste his time near me, then I'll gladly let him.
I wanted to walk over to where he was and talk to him. To try to get him to understand that the world wasn't as dark as his leather. Sure, it was gloomy sometimes, but not all the time. Rinoa leaving him didn't help, of course, but it was inevitable. No one quite knew why they were together to begin with. Of course, everyone who knew about the whole thing thought it was great, and one of those "perfect romance" things. When they broke up I was hoping, maybe he would look at me? I don't know why I even bother. I can't bring myself to flirt with him even. He's too great. Of course, I don't know what I expected. What, was he supposed to just confess that he's loved me as long as he's known me and we were to be together? Hmph. Get a grip, blondie. All that energetic acting must have finally gotten to my head.
I guess I'll just have to watch him from afar and hope that he's happy with whomever he ends up with. After all the crap he's gone through, he deserves a little real sunshine. It's all been rain so far. He doesn't need the lightning, too.
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"Hey guys," I said as I walked out onto the Quad. Squall just nodded to me. He'd been watching Zell paint on the backdrop, and I couldn't help but notice Shiva. It was as if he had drawn magic itself. I always knew he had talent. Quez wasn't exactly bad, either. As a matter of fact, she was looking just as good as Shiva, in an electric way.
"Hey Seifer!" Zell called. Mmm. Nice view of that boy's ass. Nice amount of room in there, too. Ever since I returned, we've been getting along just fine. I tease him, he yells at me, but there's no malice in it. Maybe he would like me as more than a friend. of course, I think the same thing about Squall. Jacking off with their images wouldn't be nearly as good as the real thing.
"Ya'll havin' a secret midnight meeting without me? I mean, if you want me to leave so you can have some time alone." I said in a very suspicious voice. "I don't want to interrupt you in the middle of something."
"Oh, shove it Seifer!" Zell called. There was a hint of something in his voice. maybe he liked Squall too. Mmm, there's a nice image. Great, now I've probably got a hard on.
"Only if you want me too, Chickie." Zell nearly fell off of his chair at that, and turned to me. "What? Did that catch you off guard? Or did the offer seem just *that* generous?" Instead of the glare I expected, I was cast an appraising glance.
"What, are you serious?" I smirked. Of course I was serious. I'd gladly fuck him senseless. But would I say that? I shrugged slightly, hoping he realized I was serious but not about to admit it, in case he refused. I have my pride to look after.
"I'll be going then." Squall said as he shifted his weight, moving away from the rail he had been leaning on. I knew he wasn't disturbed by all of this. I knew well enough that he didn't care what gender the person was. Rinoa was a girl, and that's just how it ended up. If she were a he, he probably would have loved her anyway. Squall must have just wanted to get out of there, in case we did decide to do something. Or perhaps Squall liked Zell? He turned and walked out of the Quad, and the last thing we heard from him was his resounding footsteps.
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"So," Zell said after a few moments. "Why did you make it look like Shiva's tired?" I sighed as I added a few strokes of darker blue to Shiva's hip, adding the look of shadows. I was working my way down, and already knew where I wanted her feet to be. There would be some space between her and the icy grass, because that's how she usually "stands".
"Because that's how she is," I said. I continued painting and saw a fleck of yellow paint fall next to my bare foot. It was so bright it seemed almost to glow. "She's tired." I looked up at Zell, who had started on the right wing of Quezacotl, and was drawing the thunderbird's feathers. The moonlight silvered his face and I looked up in awe for a moment before returning to my work. Shiva was nearing done, and I was really only painting in the solid parts of her midriff and thighs.
"Why is she so tired? It's been three months. Shouldn't she have recovered by now?" I sighed. As usual, he was right. But he was thinking about how she could be physically tired, and not emotionally or mentally unhappy.
"She's perfectly fine, physically," I said. I dabbed a bit of dark blue back onto my brush and set to work defining her legs, making each one look separate from the other as they ought. "Something is wrong with her emotionally. I don't quite know what, and she has refused telling me. I don't understand what could be bothering her. It's been this way for some time." Zell nodded above me. I began working on her toes, and painting each one to be different, smaller or larger, just as I remember them.
We worked on into the later hours, and when I had finished, not long afterward, I stood back and watched Zell paint. I wasn't so interested in his painting as I was in the motions of his hands as the brush came down, or the way the muscles in his back rippled. He's usually such a ball of energy, but now it's focused into this task. He could focus that supernova in many ways, at any time, as I had seen him do it on the battlefield. I didn't dare stay long, however, or he might notice that I wasn't watching him paint.
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I stood on my chair, brushing out the design that scrolled along Quez's wings. It had been the inspiration for my tattoo, though few knew it. Squall stood behind me, watching with those eyes that saw so well in the night. I was glad just to have him here. I don't understand why he stays around me all the time. After all, I'm just Zell Dincht. But if he wants to waste his time near me, then I'll gladly let him.
I wanted to walk over to where he was and talk to him. To try to get him to understand that the world wasn't as dark as his leather. Sure, it was gloomy sometimes, but not all the time. Rinoa leaving him didn't help, of course, but it was inevitable. No one quite knew why they were together to begin with. Of course, everyone who knew about the whole thing thought it was great, and one of those "perfect romance" things. When they broke up I was hoping, maybe he would look at me? I don't know why I even bother. I can't bring myself to flirt with him even. He's too great. Of course, I don't know what I expected. What, was he supposed to just confess that he's loved me as long as he's known me and we were to be together? Hmph. Get a grip, blondie. All that energetic acting must have finally gotten to my head.
I guess I'll just have to watch him from afar and hope that he's happy with whomever he ends up with. After all the crap he's gone through, he deserves a little real sunshine. It's all been rain so far. He doesn't need the lightning, too.
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"Hey guys," I said as I walked out onto the Quad. Squall just nodded to me. He'd been watching Zell paint on the backdrop, and I couldn't help but notice Shiva. It was as if he had drawn magic itself. I always knew he had talent. Quez wasn't exactly bad, either. As a matter of fact, she was looking just as good as Shiva, in an electric way.
"Hey Seifer!" Zell called. Mmm. Nice view of that boy's ass. Nice amount of room in there, too. Ever since I returned, we've been getting along just fine. I tease him, he yells at me, but there's no malice in it. Maybe he would like me as more than a friend. of course, I think the same thing about Squall. Jacking off with their images wouldn't be nearly as good as the real thing.
"Ya'll havin' a secret midnight meeting without me? I mean, if you want me to leave so you can have some time alone." I said in a very suspicious voice. "I don't want to interrupt you in the middle of something."
"Oh, shove it Seifer!" Zell called. There was a hint of something in his voice. maybe he liked Squall too. Mmm, there's a nice image. Great, now I've probably got a hard on.
"Only if you want me too, Chickie." Zell nearly fell off of his chair at that, and turned to me. "What? Did that catch you off guard? Or did the offer seem just *that* generous?" Instead of the glare I expected, I was cast an appraising glance.
"What, are you serious?" I smirked. Of course I was serious. I'd gladly fuck him senseless. But would I say that? I shrugged slightly, hoping he realized I was serious but not about to admit it, in case he refused. I have my pride to look after.
"I'll be going then." Squall said as he shifted his weight, moving away from the rail he had been leaning on. I knew he wasn't disturbed by all of this. I knew well enough that he didn't care what gender the person was. Rinoa was a girl, and that's just how it ended up. If she were a he, he probably would have loved her anyway. Squall must have just wanted to get out of there, in case we did decide to do something. Or perhaps Squall liked Zell? He turned and walked out of the Quad, and the last thing we heard from him was his resounding footsteps.
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