Post by sketchymurr on Jul 20, 2011 13:13:43 GMT 10
Title: Frame
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Daja Kisubo
Event: Love Long Jump
Words: 301
Summary: One individual picture on a roll of film.
Daja hadn’t known that Serah liked to paint. Of course, being a baker’s daughter, it was strange to think she didn’t have hobbies outside of a kitchen. She stood, looking at the painting as it sat on the easel, her eyes thoughtful as she took in the details.
It was a simple picture, not overly cluttered- just a field of grass on a hill that pushed gently into a blue sky. It was a perfect day in the picture, the grass seeming to bend softly in a wind. Daja resisted the urge to reach out and touch the painting. She knew from her own projects that works rarely liked being touched until they were finished (at least by people who weren’t working on them).
There were two small figures sitting on the grassy hill, their backs to the viewer. She knew it was her and Serah- she could tell from the long, blonde braid down the slim figure’s back and the short braids on the thicker one. Is that really what she looked from behind?
“It’s almost done drying.”
Daja turned. She hadn’t heard Serah come up. She had paint on her nose, a little red splotch, and the apron she wore was covered in paint spotches. “I didn’t know you painted.”
Serah smiled. This painting was very important, for many reasons. “Not often. The paints are an expense that I don’t usually give in to…” She slipped an arm around Daja’s waist and rested her head against the slightly taller woman’s shoulder. “However, this was something that needed to be put on canvas.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” Serah stood on tip-toe to kiss Daja lightly. “Don’t you know?” She asked with a cat grin. “This is love in colour.”
Daja returned the smile and laughed. “Oh, I know,” she murmured, “I know.”
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Daja Kisubo
Event: Love Long Jump
Words: 301
Summary: One individual picture on a roll of film.
Daja hadn’t known that Serah liked to paint. Of course, being a baker’s daughter, it was strange to think she didn’t have hobbies outside of a kitchen. She stood, looking at the painting as it sat on the easel, her eyes thoughtful as she took in the details.
It was a simple picture, not overly cluttered- just a field of grass on a hill that pushed gently into a blue sky. It was a perfect day in the picture, the grass seeming to bend softly in a wind. Daja resisted the urge to reach out and touch the painting. She knew from her own projects that works rarely liked being touched until they were finished (at least by people who weren’t working on them).
There were two small figures sitting on the grassy hill, their backs to the viewer. She knew it was her and Serah- she could tell from the long, blonde braid down the slim figure’s back and the short braids on the thicker one. Is that really what she looked from behind?
“It’s almost done drying.”
Daja turned. She hadn’t heard Serah come up. She had paint on her nose, a little red splotch, and the apron she wore was covered in paint spotches. “I didn’t know you painted.”
Serah smiled. This painting was very important, for many reasons. “Not often. The paints are an expense that I don’t usually give in to…” She slipped an arm around Daja’s waist and rested her head against the slightly taller woman’s shoulder. “However, this was something that needed to be put on canvas.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” Serah stood on tip-toe to kiss Daja lightly. “Don’t you know?” She asked with a cat grin. “This is love in colour.”
Daja returned the smile and laughed. “Oh, I know,” she murmured, “I know.”