starter for : @swtener
it had gotten to the point where he had found her in his gallery more often than he found himself. each time there was a strange fluttering in the space of his chest that he hated, but sought after at the same time. with the way her eyes darted towards him, and then to the painting he knew she had no interest in he wondered if she felt the same. he had tried to appear disinterested as he approached her, as casual as possible and he just hoped she didn’t notice the way his hands were clenching and unclenching the closer he got to her. “what do you need from me convict?” he teased jokingly as his eyes admired the work of his latest street artist. how fitting it seemed that the image before them displayed a man and a woman on opposites side of the same wall, looking at it as if hoping if they stared at it long enough they’d be able to see each other through the brick of their own stubbornness. “not that i don’t appreciate this random visits, but just out of concern or whatever --- is everything okay?” it was only then did he bring his eyes to rest on her. wanting to ensure that she wouldn’t lie to him.