Harry turns away from staring into Louis' eyes and looks at the paintings instead. They say that eyes are the key to one’s soul and although he finds that saying to be a stupid cliche, he’d still hate the ever tiny possibility of Louis finding out the reason behind his sudden need to paint after years of stopping the habit.
He’d hate for Louis to find out that he wasn’t painting sunsets or sunrises at all when he’d held the brush to the canvas, something akin to carnal need taking hold of his limbs and making him finish almost ten cans of paint .
In his mind, all he saw was Louis.
In his mind, he was painting Louis.
Harry loves a human. Louis loves a werewolf. They live in a world where the monsters who hunt them down aren't monsters at all. Louis lives for the day he can tilt the world right on its head. Harry just lives for Louis.
This whole fic started after I decided to write the fic posted below as part of the @1000feelingsfics challenge
Without you I lie desolate (in your thoughts shall I reside)
In a divided world of love and hate, compassion and cruelty, resides a semblance of humanity. It hangs by an intricately-woven thread, frayed and battered but unbroken against the tides of injustice.
Or the one where Harry loves a human and tries so hard not to feel guilty about it.
Now both fics are part of a series. Of Monsters and Men is still ongoing but you want an idea of what it’s about, you can read, ‘’without you I lie desolate’’ first and then go from there. I hope you enjoy this one :D
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