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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: September Event
Back to School - (object) Colored pencils
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Slash September
Character - DeanSeamus (Dean)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Writing Club
Showtime - Think of me - (dialogue) "Can it be?"
Be Done
Pairing: Dean/Seamus
The colored pencils laid scattered on the table, and he dropped the bright blue one. His hand felt cramped as he wiggled his fingers. Dean slowly put his sketchbook down. His left hand massaged his right hand, trying to get some feeling back into his digits.
"Can it be?" Seamus asked in mock surprise.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Can what be?"
"You're actually coming up from your drawing. I didn't think I'd live to see the day."
Dean scowled at his husband. "I'll remember that the next time you get caught up in one of your broom designs."
Seamus plopped down at the chair next to his. "I know, I know, I know. I'm guilty of the same thing. I've just missed you so much."
Dean's heart picked up speed. It never failed to amaze him the effect the Irish wizard still had on him. "I know the feeling. I'm almost done, though. I promise."
"Will you be done tonight?" Seamus asked hopefully.
Dean stared down at his drawing. There were still some finer details he had to put in, but he thought he could make it work. "If I work the rest of the night with no interruptions, except maybe to grab a quick dinner, then yes, I should be done tonight."
"Okay, so, if I promise to leave you alone all night, do you promise to spend tomorrow night with me. No sketchbook. No customer. Just you and me."
Dean pressed his lips against Seamus' cheek. "I promise. Now go make yourself useful and whip me up a sandwich for dinner."
Seamus stared at him.
Dean grinned. "Well, if I take a break to cook for myself, I still may not finish tonight."
Seamus was out of his chair like a lightning bolt. "One chicken sandwich coming up. Back to work for you."
Dean chuckled. He looked back down at his drawing and glanced at the photograph he was using for comparison. He picked up the crimson pencil and started shading the shirt. He wanted to be done as much as Seamus wanted him to be done.
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