A/N: I've just realised that a fair few things I write have something to do with art. I've written Scorpius, Dean, Dom and Lucy as artists. Though I don't think I've published the Lucy one...yet. I don't even like paint. (INK RULES, WOO).
Also, I will gladly take femslash requests. There aren't enough females in this series, I swear. No wonder JK made 80% of the Next Gen female.
Prompt: 11. Portrait
Pairing: Dominique Weasley/Aoife Finnigan (pronounced Eee-fah, for all you non-Irish-heads out there!)
Dominique couldn't understand when Aoife would fling paint at the canvas with jerky, random hand movements and Aoife couldn't understand why Dominique would use a ruler and a compass to map out lines and shapes with a pencil before she'd even opened a paint tube.
"You're not making art," Aoife would say. "That's not painting."
"You're not making art," Dominique would say. "That's not painting".
But there they'd stand, side by side, as Aoife used her palms to swirl sky blue paint through purple and yellow streaks on a pale green canvas and Dom used a set square to measure the precise angle of Aoife's elbow as she worked.
And in the silence they fall in love, both with paint and with each other.
When Dom would ask, "What are you painting?" Aoife would say, "You," even though what she was painting was more the idea of Dominique than Dominique herself. And when Aoife would ask, Dominique would say, "I'm not sure," even though she was staring at perfect replicas of the bright blue eyes that questioned her.
"But it doesn't matter," Dom would whisper, and they'd throw fully loaded paintbrushes on the once-pristine floor and leave hasty rainbow footprints from the easels to the bed.
Maybe they never got it perfect and maybe they never really understood each other, but they painted and kissed, and painted between kisses, and they covered their walls in portraits that never quite said what they were trying to say.
And that's the thing about painting; you paint what you feel and see what you see, and in the end you label it a beautiful disaster.
But you just keep on trying.