“It’s been a while. Indigo has been helping me with some mental issues I had going on. He’s such a loving guy. I’m glad he stands beside me.”
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“It’s been a while. Indigo has been helping me with some mental issues I had going on. He’s such a loving guy. I’m glad he stands beside me.”
A Night at Home
He remembered why he was alone all those years now. Why he didn’t talk and how he was better off alone. Arti knew that not talking was the the key to not being noticed. And not being noticed was being as close to invisible as possible. Indie saw him though. Saw him through his silent world when he was trying to hide. Indie stopped looking at Arti and headed into the kitchen. Pinkie was wrapped around his neck. “I know what will make you’re other daddy feel a little bit better.” Pinkies tiny tongue flickered her response to him. He smiled at her and softly petted her head. Together they they got the kettle ready for the stove. Indie grabbed to mugs while pinkie started to play with the water running in he sink. Indie grabbed the tea bags and looked in on Arti one more time while he waited for the whistle. Arti pet Harry aimlessly as he stared at nothing thinking about everything he’d done wrong till this point in his life. The only thing he’d done right recently was accepting Indies job offer and opening his heart to love Indie. Harry climbed into Artis hoodie pocket and rest inside. “Are you hiding like me?” Arti whispered gently to the rat pulling his hood over his head. He was crashing into the dark abyss that occasionally dug it’s claws into him. Could he fake normal Infront of Indie? Or would Indie see right through him? Indie turned around heading toward the bedroom so he could put his glasses on, then the kettle finally started to whistle. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” Indie said in a low tone. When he finally made it into the kitchen he threw I towel on the counter. Turned the water off on pinkie and wrapped her up the towel. “Don’t think you can get away with being a wet noodle all night kid.” Indie poured the hot water in the the big round mug. It was Arti’s favorite. When hot water hits the mug all the famous works of art become nude. It was favorite because it was like they were just like him. Naked. They steam fogs up indies glasses, but that didn’t bother him. He knew how to make Arti the perfect cup of tea like it was second nature. He wrapped pinkie around his free hand and arm and took the hot drink into Arti. Arti scratched at his skin. Another bad habit of his that left some not nice scars on his calves. Arti could smell the tea being brewed. His favorite smell that only Indie could create. Warmth. Safety. Something Arti still couldn’t get use too. He jolted slightly in his seat as Indie placed his favorite mug in front of him. Arti looked up at Indie with searching eyes.Indie smiled softly. Leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. He went over to the tree and gave pinkie the hint to go do her own thing. He then rubbed his hand on Arti’s cheek, and smiled again. He walked back to the kitchen to get his own cup of tea. “thank you” arti said loud enough so indie could hear in the kitchen. “I don’t know how you always make me feel okay. It’s like magic.” Arti laughed to himself. Magic. “Your a wizard indie.”. Quoting Harry Potter to keep himself smiling. Laughing. Faking. Arti sipped his tea. Fake. Fake. Fake. The demons in his head were loud tonight. Indie heard Arti’s “thank you” and continued to smile. “I know he’s having a bad day. So I’m not going to push him and make him more uncomfortable. Sometimes silence is what’s best…wait…wait. who am I talking too?” Indie chuckled to himself, cleaned up the counter grabbed a book, and sat near Arti in silence. His way of letting Arti know he was there was to just lightly press his kneed against Arti’s. He opened his book, and blew the steam from his mug. The gently small touche Indie offered were small nudges of confidence and serenity. Arti slowly laid his head on Indies shoulder and brought his legs up on the couch. Silence and simple pages turning were so soothing now. His calm slowly became to grace him with his presence and Harry crawled out of his pocket and onto his shoulder. “I’m so glad to have you here and I’m glad I get to call u mine ” arti whispered to indie kissing his cheek. Indie smiled at Arti. “Shhh.” Indie said in response. He moved a little closer to Arti, he wrapped his free arm around Arti, to avoid Harry. He then kissed the side of Arti’s head. “Just try to relax and enjoy your tea babe. We don’t have to talk at all. Just know I’m here.” He said with out letting his eyes move away from the pages in front of him. A small smile spread across Artis face as he snuggled into Indies side. His eyes slowly closed as he fell asleep against Indie. Indie continued to read while Arti fell asleep. Harry cuddled in between their shirts letting out tiny snores. Indie chuckled. "I wouldn't want my life to be any different then what it is".
His fist were clenched as he whispered "how the fuck did I end up like this."
Resurrecting the tradition of #fangirlfriday to spread some love as this weekend begins! Cleaned out my cash box and found this gifted #mandala #print from @claire.loves.kitties! Have gotten to work and connect with this driven young lady lately I am have been more than blessed! 🌼 Be sure to check out her work, she has amazing works of many different mediums . 💛 Her ability to paint eyes and lips and shade faces absolutely blows me away! 🎨Be sure to check out and follow her page! #supportlocal #mandala #mandalaart #sacredgeometry #sacredgeometryart #mandalalove #showlove #spreadlove #shopsmall #supportlocal #followfriday #kryptkeepers #linework #kcart #artist #blackink
Condition - Arti
Arti paced back and forth for a moment trying to find the right words to explain it properly to Indie. “Can you sit down? You’re making me a bit nervous there.” Indie asked nervously chuckling his hands clasped tightly together. “I just.. I wanna tell you this… I don’t usually tell people this.” Arti was tripping over his words and biting at the skin around his fingers. Indie finally pulled him into a seat and held his hands, “what’s going on?” “I have this condition… And I’ve always been this way since I was super little right?.. And like… Idk how to tell you. ” Arti’s leg started bouncing. He usually avoided people because he didn’t want to have to explain it again. He’d learned his lesson from his past friends and boyfriends, but Indie was different. He could tell Indie and Indie would still like him right? “Take a breath. Take your time. I’m here.” Indigo smiled scooting closer to Arti. “alopecia…” Arti whispered lowly, not looking up at Indie, and his leg bouncing quickly. “hm?” he tilts his head trying to get Arti to look at him, “I didn’t hear you.” “Alopecia… No hair grows in my body…” Arti pulled his hand out from Indigo’s grasp and tucked them in his jacket pocket. The silence made Arti more anxious by the second and just as Indie opened his mouth Arti interrupted, “it’s really weird and gross I know. Its okay if you dont wanna be close anymore.” the laugh that came from Arti’s lips was pained and shakey. Indigo shook his head and in an instant had Arti wrapped up in his arms. “You are a blank canvas Arti. You are beautifully handsome and I like you the way you are. So forget about all the jerks and ass holes from the past and focus on the now.” Indigo whispered in his ear. Arti could feel the hot tears running down his face as his hands came up to clutch the back of Indigo’s shirt. This was the first time someone had told him he was fine the way he was. Arti cried and cried and wound up spending the night with Indigo.
The little things - Indie
"Dating someone like Arti, is never dull. Sure to others he can be isolating, and even look really angry, but that just how he is. When we first started dating. Before I got him to work at my shop, and see him every day. Right before I woke up in the morning...let's say. I'd have the the most vivid dream about him that would last no more then 5 mintues. But it'd make me happy and I'd remember us and what we doing the most in the dream. 'Do you have a favorite one? One you can still remember?' "The client asked staring at Indie as he scratched at the surface of their skin, then wiping away blood and watery coloured liquid. " Of course I do. It's my favorite because it happened after he gave my new jewelry. He doesn't like to hear about it. It's embarrasses him, but I love telling it. So we are in a room or standing somewhere, and I had to get my nose ring out to clean it. And I just couldn't get it out on my own. I tried to open it with one finger. I tried to open it with two. I made my over rated "in pain" face cause I was just getting tired. He was laughing, standing next to me. He had the the most beautiful smile in my dreams, and he does in real life too. 'Babe, stop I'll get it. Remember what I do for a living?' He took my face into his hands so he could see my nose ring better. And in a instant like it was nothing. As if he didn't touch me. My nose ring was out. And you know what?" Indie had stopped talking to the client at the same time as they got lost in his story they didn't even notice Indie was done painting and now clean their skin. "No what?!" Indie look them in the eye and smiled. "I got so excited I got my nose ring and I ran off in excitement."
Did a run through of the Hippie How-To past night and made my first #collab #glasspendant with @bellathestrangee at @truestyleglasskc!! There are just a few spots left for the glass blowing class we are hosting Nov. 13th so sign up quick! If you would like to find out more check out the event page on Fb--> https://www.facebook.com/events/603688486485488/?ti=icl #glassart #heady #headyart #glassblowing #glassblower #glasspendant #hippie #art #community #localartist #supportlocalartists #kryptkeepers #kcmo #conscious
Shop small! Support local! Art is life!! Some footage of the #kryptkeeper krew in action at #SomethingMagic yesterday at @crossroadskc! Pictured artists in order: @kryptc | @melanin_man_son | @truestyleglasskc | @colourhustleartkc | @calypsopajamasart | @strange.nature | @moonmencreations Footage by @marinacaery of @wanderwear! #shopsmall #supportlocal #livepainting #livepainter #abstract #acrylic #paint #painter #painting #vendors #festivalseason #print #artfair #craftfair #hippie #heady #festie #spraypaint #spraypaintart #hatpins #bohemian #gypsy #smallbusiness #smallbusinesssaturday #kryptkeepers #wanderlust #wanderwear