Sorry for the delay this time, I was away art-ing for a bit. But I'm back now! Which means more chapters. Beta'd by the lovely Issy.
It's Monday, his only day off, and of course the only subject filling his artistic mind is a certain German guard.
Sunday had contained a grand total of 5 hours with said guard. 5 hours. And there's a small voice in the back of his mind that wants more time than that. Which he's sure is just because he didn't get to finish showing Ludwig around the museum. He couldn't help going slowly because Ludwig kept stopping them to ask more questions, even about the pieces that most people would skip over. The result had been that he they hadn't even entered the two West Rooms which were they were supposed to go to last, but didn't have time for.
Suddenly, the long wait until the next time he gets to educate his guard - next Thursday - seems miles and miles away. The German had asked for his email because Feli hadn't quite finished describing Da Vinci's complex life and skill set and Ludwig had been keen to hear the end. He now has the German's email.
The italian contemplates an offer to see the Modern Art Museum so he can further explain the concept of minimalism to the blond and he knows there's an exhibition at the moment. Hadn't he mentioned the free passes they get to all museums as National Museum employees? He's fairly sure he did at some point, although he's not 100% because the German has lovely bone structure which proves very distracting and has an adverse affect on his memory capacity.
Would seeing the guard today be against the rules he's set himself? Thinking logically, he had set a deadline of two weeks and by seeing the german more - outside work - he would have more time to work towards his goal. Technically, he never set any rule about a work-only arrangement.
For Ludwig's benefit and education, Feli decides it really would be best to show him that exhibition. He simply can't explain minimalism effectively without examples to demonstrate the concept.
Pulling out his phone, he writes a quick email mentioning the exhibition and later that day, if that's possible in the slightest? Because he gets that Ludwig probably has another job or plans so he understands if he's not free and it's all very last minute.
Otherwise, this Monday is going to be one of those long, idle, sigh sort of days. He won't be able to paint - his head's too…clogged up with thoughts of a flushing, blond haired man. A probably-very-muscular-under-that-uniform man. On second thoughts he has many ideas for new paintings, but he'd prefer to draw from a real life model…
He gets up and moves aside a couple of paint tins with his foot, cursing when one falls over and a small trickle of crusted over, sticky white paint pools onto the carpet before he can stop it. To be honest, the carpet is more paint than actual carpet anyway, so he's not entirely sure what would be the point in cleaning up the mess. Regardless, he finds a cloth and swipes away the spill. (You'd think he'd know how to effectively remove paint stains by now. He doesn't. If asked, he claims he thinks paint stains make the apartment - and himself - 'more artsy'.)
He's halfway to the sink when his phone beeps happily at him from where its buried, along with paintbrushes and palette knives, between the sofa cushions. Rushing over, he pulls it out to see that yes, he has a new email and yes, it's from a certain blond.
In his head, he sees a wonderful shade of red spread across pale cheeks while he's checking the email.
So…his guard can come. And will meet him there at five. But he has work after, so he will have to leave later.
Five it is.
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