Dalek week, Bonus: Potatoes
Adorkable Alek is adorkable.
Inspired by a funny little picture I found online a few weeks ago.
A drawing is always dragged down to the level of its caption.
- James Thurber
Deryn sat on the couch in the living room, chin in hand. Her arm was propped on the back of the couch as she stared over it to the desk where Alek sat.
Fifteen minutes before, she had been lounging comfortably on the couch sketching when Alek had come in and to ask if could borrow a piece of vellum from her art book. After she had given it to him he had retreated to a chair at the desk refusing to say what it was for.
He had been hunched over that desk for the last ten minutes scribbling and erasing furiously. It was making Deryn barking curious. She had even gotten up with some clart excuse about 'getting a drink of water' from the kitchen just so she would have a reason to pass by. That had resulted in Alek flattening himself comically over his work until she was seated on the couch once more.
Deryn shifted on the cushions, picking up her sketch book and charcoal sticks again. Alek would show her whatever it was that he was working on when he was finished and not a moment before.
Less than a minute later she was completely absorbed in sketching the newest clanker walker that had been printed in that morning's news paper. She didn't even notice that Alek had gotten up from his chair until a shadow fell across her book.
She looked up expectantly and he held out the page, grinning like mad.
Laying aside her book and charcoals Deryn took the paper. She frowned as she looked it over. What were those lumpy looking, misshapen ovals meant to be, rocks?
Finally she looked at him.
"Thanks for the sketch, Alek. But I'm a squick confused as to what it's supposed to be." She told him honestly.
Alek knelt by the couch and pointed to the pencil lines.
"They're potatoes, dummkopf." He said this as if it should have been dead clear what they were.
Deryn raised an eyebrow.
"Potatoes," She repeated disbelievingly. "They don't exactly look like potatoes."
That was an understatement. They in no way resembled potatoes.
Alek looked slightly embarrassed.
"Well, I had wanted to draw a picture of you. But then I realized that my skills in that department were simply dreadful. So I drew you those potatoes instead because I know how much you love them."
Deryn looked from Alek to the drawing and then back again. Then she burst out laughing. She just couldn't help it. Only Alek could do something so adorably ridiculous.
Swinging her legs over the edge of the couch, she tucked the paper inside her art book and threw her arms around him.
"You are a hopeless prince, but you're my hopeless prince." She whispered in his ear.
"And I do like it," She said pulling back to look him in the eye. "It's the first time anyone has ever drawn me something."
"Even if my potato sketches are unrecognizable?" Alek questioned with a teasingly smile, brushing his fingers along her cheek.
Deryn kissed him affectionately.
"Always." She promised. "You know, I may love potatoes but if I had to choose between them and you, it would be you every time. I can live without potatoes. I can't live without you."