“i would very much like to paint you like this,” augustus murmured. his hand made quick work of undoing the other’s breeches, allowing his hand to slip inside and wrap around what he could before only feel between the layers of fabric. “the look you get in your eyes when i do this-” his teeth nipped at theodore’s lip as he stroked his manhood.
“i shall very much enjoy watching you lounge on a chaise with your nose in a book- it is quite the sight to behold.” augustus grinned at him. his hand slipped between the two of them, sliding down to land on the bulge in theodore’s breeches. “nearly as beautiful a sight as this.”
theodore smiled against the other’s lips. it was would a dream, he thought. he gently laid the other back, he pulled back looking down to the other. “so many ways,” theodore whispered, pushing his semi into augustus’ groin.
augustus make a sound of complaint as theodore pulled away from him, it quickly turning into a soft groan at the pressure he provided. “that,” he said, “is certainly one way, I hope.” he looked up at the other with a smile, before leaning up to grab the front of his shirt, bringing him down for a searing kiss.
theodore hummed against the other’s lips. it was such a nice thought, and the feeling in his chest was one he could place in only pure bliss and happiness. he moved, so he was on his knees in front of the other, deepening the kiss. he moved his hands up, his thumbs pressing softly into the other’s cheeks. “so much alone time….” he whispered, softly the wind almost taking his words away.
“all the time alone we could ask for,” he murmured. he leaned into theodore’s hands, kissing him slowly. augustus’ hand found it’s way around theodore, gently pressing into his back, wishing they would never have to leave this spot. “how will we busy ourselves?”
She heard someone asking about an artist and looked up to him. “I wish I could say I was professional. I am self taught, and I enjoy doing it in your spare time.” Angus looked back at her when he heard her voice. Seeing she had a smile, he turned back to look around. “I take it you are an artist as well.”
“I am,” he said proudly. “Although I work with paints rather than drawing.” He smiled at the woman, glancing down at her work. “You’ve taught yourself? You’re rather good for not having taken lessons.” Many who attempted to do art had no true talent, despite hours spent studying.
Joan sat at the tavern on her way home from New York. She had forgotten to grab breakfast before they left, so both her and Angus were starving when they were in Pennsylvania. As she waited for the server to bring them their food, she decided to use Angus as a drawing subject. He was on high alert to all the new people and smells, so he was practically a statue. She had already drawn a profile silhouette of him as well as the basic features. Now, she was doing some sketching of details like shadowing and fur. Textures was something she struggled with, so Angus was perfect to practice on.
He always enjoyed the few times he managed to find the time to get away from the school- it gave him a chance to speak to adults other than the staff. Augustus was having a meal at a tavern near the school, a place he had frequented on occasion. “Are you an artist?” he asked the young woman, seeing the movement of her hand across the paper.
theodore laughed at the other, but nodded in agreement. it would help him through the year as well. he pulled back, moving to brush his nose against the other’s. “and when we are wed?” he asked gently. “what happens after that?”
“we shall be happy,” he said before closing the gap between them, kissing theodore softly. “we shall have a lovely home, with windows that let all the sun in. and no students running around- just you and i.”
theodore was sure he loved the company more than the river. most days. if augustus was busy with a painting, theo loved the lay within the sun and not worry about the headaches he would endure when the school year started once more. “hm,” theodore returned, nodding to the other. “maybe our wedding can be held here as well.” and then stole another kiss from the other.
“now that is the loveliest thought.” it brought a smile to augustus’ face. the idea of them standing on the banks of the river, dressed in their sunday best- light linens and cottons as the sun shone overhead. “it shall be that thought that gets me through the upcoming academic year.”
she smoothed the skirts down and ribbon on the bodice. “do you think so?” she asked, twirling after her words. “i thank you kindly.” the harlot straightened and tilted her head. “shall i pose, sir? i shall do what you’d like.”
“why don’t you take a seat,” he suggested, gesturing to the nearby chair. he fished his charcoal from the travelling case after he had set up his paints. “let yourself get comfortable, and we shall go from there.”
olive skin glows in sun rays of morning. sea foam green fabric hugs the girl’s curves before spilling out in a luxurious skirt. “what do you think?” asks a soft voice. “a kind gentlemen gifted this to me…i think i am well suited for it.” her voiced in honeyed with excitement, eager to see herself in such elegance. “i have never been more beautiful,” the harlot says, hips swaying just enough to hear the rustle of the skirts.
he was setting up his supplies, taking pots of paint out of his travelling case and placing them on the small table next to his easel. “it’s very becoming on you,” he said with a smile. he enjoyed the chances mags gave him to paint the women in her employ- each was stunning in their own way, and very easy to take inspiration from. “this lighting is perfect.”
theodore nodded, it seemed like years ago when he decided he wished to help the generations after his with their knowledge and help make a difference in the world. he still loved it to a point, but it was getting boring doing the same things year after year. “maybe we should move to the city,” he proposed. “but then we would not have our spot on the riverside.” and with that he moved up, reaching over to place a kiss on the other’s lips.
“i do love this spot,” augustus said with a happy hum. his hand glided up, holding theodore’s jaw with his hand as he returned the other man’s kiss. he wasn’t sure if it was the river he loved more or the company- but the river certainly did not hold the same quality without theodore there. “perhaps we can take summers at the river, and the rest of the year in the city.”
@augustusflanders // the summers never seemed long enough, not when all he wished to do was keep the solstice with augustus. the days were becoming shorter and he was sure they both knew the new school year was upon them. it seemed the summers became shorter and then school years longer. he sighed turning to augustus. “maybe one year we won’t need to go back.”
augustus turned his head to look at theodore, giving him a small smile at his words. “that will be the day,” he said with a sigh. he had never meant to become a teacher- it was a way of passing the time while waiting for the world to acknowledge his genius. “i don’t believe it can come soon enough.”
Nations are at war and it’s been said Augustus Flanders of Pennsylvania has taken a stand. He is 36 years old and serve as an art teacher. They are known to be creative but also disorganized. With the world at war, this revolutionary is deciding what moves to make next. Where those moves take them? Only fate can decide. Portrayed by (Jesse Williams, cis male).
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hello, it is me, mother of everyone’s favourite spite children, with a less spiteful child
Name: Augustus Flanders
Place of birth: the colony of New York
Profession: Art teacher (though if asked, he just says he is an Artiste ™)
View on territorial independence: as much as he loves the old world, he believes that the new world should have a self-sustaining government, without the control of outside forces
Primary goal: to become a Famous Artist. look, just buy his paintings pls
Deepest fear: being Unknown
Headcanons:
augustus is my lovely son who loves to paint
augustus is the youngest of three children, his father was a blacksmith while his mother stayed home and tended to the children- when things were slow at his father’s work, her mother would take up tailoring as an extra income.
went on a tour of europe a few years ago to see all of the Art and is now Obsessed w art history as much as he is w making art
look he’s a little scatterbrained, his students have a really easy time distracting him from his lessons to go on a Tangent
ladies painted with their titties out?? he’s here for that aesthetic
being a teacher isn’t his favourite thing- he sees it as a stop along the way to becoming a Famous Painter
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