Day 2, Artist!Izar

[therealkaichan]

Studies were supposed to be his focus today, but he had been having some issues with that ever since that piece of fabric had appeared in front of his eyes again.

His Mother was all about encouraging his artistic side, ever since she had found him trying to make some money out of his drawings in a plaza. He only had to mention he liked drawing different fabrics once, and from one day to the other his studio was full of swatches in different textures and colors.

Unless it was really needed, Izar always tried to avoid asking for larger pieces. He was very mindful of his Father's health, and he worried that Mother's shopping sprees could end up finally driving him over the edge.

One time, among all the the different options, he had found a piece of velvet he really liked. Black was a strange color to paint, one he had avoided a lot as a child because he was never really sure of how to work with it... But that time he had asked Mother for a larger piece of that fabric.

It was then forgotten for a long time, buried among fabrics that looked better with the vases and fruits he painted in class, and then even more forgotten after the photographs and the places he imagined when he closed his eyes.

And then, the fabric appeared again. One day, as he was looking for a completely different piece of fabric, one that would look nice hanging from a post, and that he could use as reference for some university work or other.

And since that day all his mind could think was that there was nothing he wanted more than to surround Rawiya in black velvet and spend hours painting him.

He wanted to draw each line carefully. To admire him as he should be admired.

The first time he had seen him, during that weird incident in the brothel, he really couldn't stop thinking of his hands. Rawiya had touched him just a little with them, but they were truly beautiful.

He wanted to draw them back then, and he wanted to draw them now even more.

His hands as they kept a book open, his hands touching his hair, his hands resting over the black velvet, his skin tone contrasting so much with the fabric, that it felt it belonged there.

He liked Rawiya's cheekbones, his eyes and his hair as well. He could see them with the velvet as a backdrop, and it was almost as if he were lying in a mattress of stars, just waiting for the right time to talk.

He was beautiful, every single part of him was... And he had found he was as beautiful inside as he was outside, and that only made the feelings stronger.

He wanted to draw his legs, just a bit open over the fabric, as if he were playfully inviting a lover. He wanted to draw his arms, every muscle and line, his shoulders, his collarbone and the line of his neck...

And of course his smile, that teasing smile he gave Izar some times when he was being flirty. He wanted to draw his smile more than anything.

He sighed, shaking his head.

Maybe next time Rawiya visited he would dare to ask, maybe next time.

But now he needed to focus on his studies.