[Tonight's event was busy buzzing in his head, leaving him restless, unfocused. It was all he could do to pull on his clothes and head to their meeting spot, watch the people pass by until the sky caught his eye. He remembers the quinacridone magenta of the sunset as it faded away into the deep blue-black of night; he tries to recall if it sits in his collection of tubes. Maybe it's one of the ones rolled up so tight it's hardly a tube at all anymore. Maybe he lacks it at all.]
[Moreover, he remembers Akira's hand in his, gentle in the dark. He recalls the vivid vision of colors that took form from that moment on, building and building, coming to a head until he could put his brush to canvas and release the joy he otherwise felt he couldn't fully express. He intends to show it to Akira when he's finished, he's been working on it non-stop, but in a twist of fate the promise of seeing the inspiration for the piece caused him to be distracted from it. And so here he is, waiting under the streetlight, bathed in a pale cadmium yellow wash.]
[Yusuke catches a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. He turns and his heart swells. This feeling is...incomprehensible. It's new. It's...warm. He doesn't mind it at all. He checks his phone for the time, then smiles with his eyes shut. Of course.]
You're early. Why am I not surprised?
[But he can't stay not looking at Akira for long. His eyes flutter back open and that feeling in his chest gets him all over again.]
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Date: 2021-04-26 02:15 am (UTC)[Moreover, he remembers Akira's hand in his, gentle in the dark. He recalls the vivid vision of colors that took form from that moment on, building and building, coming to a head until he could put his brush to canvas and release the joy he otherwise felt he couldn't fully express. He intends to show it to Akira when he's finished, he's been working on it non-stop, but in a twist of fate the promise of seeing the inspiration for the piece caused him to be distracted from it. And so here he is, waiting under the streetlight, bathed in a pale cadmium yellow wash.]
[Yusuke catches a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. He turns and his heart swells. This feeling is...incomprehensible. It's new. It's...warm. He doesn't mind it at all. He checks his phone for the time, then smiles with his eyes shut. Of course.]
You're early. Why am I not surprised?
[But he can't stay not looking at Akira for long. His eyes flutter back open and that feeling in his chest gets him all over again.]