“ i painted you . ” [ pls i can’t help it i <3 them okay ]
"did you?" his eyebrows raise, voice full of fond disbelief. it's not that he doubts ares' capabilities — he'd seen firsthand how his imagination could string unimaginable things together for the better. he just couldn't wrap his head around the male to take the time out of his day to think about seunggi's features like that, for maybe even hours on end. a bashful pink tints his cheeks (one that he would endlessly deny), eyes drifting back to the book in front of him as if that would help hide it. "should i buy a frame? i can hang it right by the door for everyone to see." there's a realization, though, after a moment: "if you turn that thing around and there's a stick figure there, you're done for." he'd probably still buy a frame, anyway. maybe have some friends over as if it was a full-on museum exhibit.
the art of domesticity