GOLDENMESSES.
to be fair, grantaire, rapunzel doesn’t really know what she’s doing either. today is one of those days where you throw colors at a canvas and see what sticks, literally. it’s also a messy day. she’s got paint coating her fingers, some has even worked its way into her hair, and there are even a few flecks on her face. she’s tilting her head at the canvas and is about to take a permanent marker to it when grantaire catches her attention. she smiles at him, a goofy one, “ i’m not sure, actually. i was going to try and make a picture out of it; sort of like — oh, what’s that game called here? create the picture? connect the picture? ” connect the dots, rapunzel. the game you’re looking for is connect the dots. moving over next to him she wraps her arms around his middle and leans her chin on his shoulder, “ what are you up to over here? ”
his eyebrows raise when she smiles at him. he loved it when she smiled. ( although there was only one OTHER smile that he desperately loved as well. ) as she wrapped her arms around him, he did the same and placed a soft kiss in her hair. ❛ well. i think it’s called connect the dots ? m’not particularly sure though. and besides, i DO quite like what you’re getting at there. ❜ his eyes shift towards his canvas where he was finishing up a quick sketch of the musain cafe. the details were a bit off considering that most of the time he was there, he was drunk but he did manage to capture it. ❛ a cafe from paris. ❜














