A/N:…Oh. My. Shizzle.
SO EFFING LONG!!! ;__; I am SERIOUSLY sorry that I seem to have taken a…three-week break? Meh. I've gotten writers' block again…The best thing I've written is an epic poem about writers' block…
Y'know what??! I'll use that! Namiku style. Muhahahaha.
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I gripped the coloring pencil in my hand tigher. I felt it snap. Enfused with anger and frustration, I threw the now-useless pencil shard over my shoulder and picked out another one.
"What was that for?" Riku asked, his voice jokingly indignant. I turned around. He was dressed in the usual black-cloak-and-hood outfit, and was leaning against the doorway. I saw my discarded pencil shards in his gloved hand.
"Sorry. Didn't see you," I mumbled. I know he heard me anyway. He strolled over to where I sat, pulled down his hood, and glanced at the blank notebook page before me.
"No inspiration?" he asked. I nodded sullenly. He smirked.
"How about drawing me?"
"Alright then. Sit there. No, not there, there. Good. Now, don't move," I instructed. I picked up my black drawing pencil and began on the outline of Riku's face.
"So, what's been up?" Riku inquired.
"Nothing, really," I answered, only looking up from my drawing to check how to sketch the lines of his jaw. He raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing? Absolutely nothing has been going on?"
"Well nothing interesting."
"That doesn't count as nothing. Tell me every little detail, interesting or not."
I sighed. "Well, yesterday there was a squirrel on my window ledge, so I decided to draw that. I'm surprised it actually stood still. And then after I finished that, I went to the library and found a robin's nest on top of one of the shelves."
"Really?" Riku looked genuinely interested. A small smile grew on my face as I continued drawing.
"M-hm. There were four eggs in the nest. One of them was broken but the others were fine. I think their mother was chased out of the mansion."
"What d'you plan to do with the other three?"
"I have no clue. I might wait till they hatch and then set the nest (with them in it, of course) out in the woods…Can you come a little bit closer?"
"Alright," Riku said. He picked his chair up and moved it closer until it was about a yard away from me.
"No, closer. I need to see your eyes." Riku moved even closer and leaned forward. I gulped, trying to smother the blush crawling up my neck. He smirked.
"This close enough?" he said, teasing me. I nodded, suddenly shy, and began to color his eyes. It took a while to mix the right colors, but I managed to get it pretty close.
"Done."
"May I see?"
I looked up and immediately lost myself in his eyes. It was easier to resist when I was mainly concentrated on something else, but when he was staring at me like that…It was impossible to resist, even more so to want to. He looked just about as lost in my eyes as I was in his. I moved ever-so-slowly closer to him, and he was just about to close the space between our lips when reality came back to me. I drew back, and, blushing madly, handed him the picture.
"It's…wow." Riku was still a bit red from our previous proximity, but now he was completely focused on the picture. He looked slightly breathless.
"You like it?" He nodded, and handed the picture back to me.
"You should offer to draw portraits and sell them," he suggested.
"Nah. Drawing for work would just make it less fun."
"If you say so…" Riku glanced out the window. "I should get going." He got up to leave.
"Wait," I bit my lip. "Will you be back tomorrow?"
Riku smiled. "Of course." He bent down and quickly kissed me on the cheek.
"Till tomorrow." With that, he shut the door, leaving me very red and suddenly very inspired.
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A/N: Not bad for a oneshot about writers'/artists' block, eh? I like it myself…though it took forever cause SOMEONE *cough* Allison and Gabe *cough* kept on distracting me. Meh. Merry Christmas, Happy Hallow's Eve, world peace and all that jazz. See ya later cool cats.