Pairing - Denmark/Norway
Chapter One: Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam, Netherlands
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It was nice, the ambience. A Friday evening in the Amsterdam springtime, and the lucky occasion to visit the Van Gogh Museum at night. And inside, there were animations dancing across the walls, a DJ, and a cocktail bar below for visitors to mingle.
But somehow, that pretty, charming ambience didn't travel to the upstairs, and it most certainly didn't paint the auras of two people so resistant.
One of the men, shorter, more feminine, was staring intently at a landscape. His eyes deliberately traced every one of Van Gogh's bulky strokes and made no move to recognize the attention of the taller man to his left.
"Lukas," the man said, his tone in between a plea and a warning. It shouldn't be strange, but for a person whose primary face is joy and giddiness, it appeared like a dark side. (The true side?)
Lukas opened his mouth and eventually responded with a soft yet firm, "what?"
The taller man pressed his lips together and glared with iced eyes. "Are we going to talk?"
Are we going to talk? Are we going to talk? Who needs words? Who needs them. Can't we just be without saying? Do you have to know everything?
Lukas's chin lowered in exhale. Then he he turned his heel, and his scarf fluttered after him. "I want to see the next painting."
Van Gogh's self-portrait and the taller man exchanged equally raging glances.