He seemed broken, almost put together, but half of the puzzle pieces are missing. He had this shade in his golden eyes that i hadn't seen the night i met him, i saw this desperate side of him that was constantly looking for answers. For once in my life i understood someone, because he seemed to be hurting the way i hurt, because when i looked at him, i captured a part of myself inside his iris. My hand was so comfortable against his shoulder, i never wanted to take it away. His golden hair hung hiding his face from my side glances, it was strange not to recognize someone who had been explained to me thousands of times, his story had always fantasies me coming from his uncles lips, but looking at him now, felt strange and wrong. "I have something to show you." I finally choked out, knowing full well that what i had to show him, could very well break him or make him.
He clenched his fist and eased it, over and over, casting out his stress. He finally turned to me, nodding his head with an emotionless face that turned my skin cold. "come on" it was all i could say, i was frightened about what i was about to do to him. leading him to the shed i kept my paintings, i felt his eyes on my back, digging into me like i knew something i wasn't supposed to, did I? i Opened the shed doors wide and walked inside sneaking a glance back at him, who was starring at the many pieces surrounding the area, distracted.
While he wasn't looking i walked further in and walked to the one painting i thought he had to see, reaching for the artwork unseen under it's sheet i turned to find Jace standing over me with yellow orbs burning into me. he reached over still looking at me and grasped the white sheet, slowly taking it off as i became aware of how close he was to me. he finally turned his head to see the what his uncle had asked me to paint so long ago, i never turned away from Jace, never looked away. he face grew soft as he let out a sigh, "my parents" he whispered the words like he would be whipped for saying them. what felt like hours passed as he stared, when he finally turned to me, he had a faint smile, "thank you" he whispered.
"He asked me to paint it, i couldn't turn him down even if i had wanted to" i smirked, the wait of owning this image had been great, but holding it up now, it felt wait less. Jace laughed, knowing full well there was no saying "no" to his uncle.
"Your paintings have been the only kind of art that has spoke to me, i guess he knew that." He was looking around admiring his surroundings comfortably. "I always wanted to paint, but i never had the knack for it" was he making small talk? what a character you are Jace.
Short and sweet!