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Untitled 1970, Blackboard

Cy Twombly

[justalittlegreen]

[profeyandere]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓. ─── ☾ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴊᴏᴀǫᴜɪɴ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.8ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴡᴏᴍʙʟʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ↪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ (2013), ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

The life that Theodore had had could only be described through emotions that, having experienced all of them at their highest point after the best situations or the worst moments, could only be less intense or important than those he had already felt previously and that they had made him feel like one of the most important people on the entire Earth, regardless of the negativity or positivity that besieged his body in the moments he chose; It was difficult to explain, at least that was always the excuse he offered himself or what came out of his lips every time someone asked him the reason why his smile and his lively and talkative manner had suddenly disappeared the passing of the years. But the truth was that no one could blame him, not after everything he had suffered to get to the point in his life where he was now. Living with Catherine was one of his greatest love adventures in life because, after all, they had been close and personal from childhood to adulthood and had even said yes in front of the altar, they ended their extensive and intense chapter after various discussions that arose from the most mundane thing, such as the placement of the spoons where the forks were, to more serious matters in which the bright-eyed man was criticized for not talking about his feelings, something that so much it could bother him on a day at work or how happy he was to see his beloved wife in their matrimonial bed sleeping because of the tiredness he had felt from a whole day full of things to do. Clearly, he couldn't miss mentioning Samantha, his old operating system incorporated into various everyday objects of his daily life and who became his second love affair, thus becoming the friend he had needed so much during his years of separation from Catherine. She was the one who filled that empty hole that he had had in his heart and that had made him see life from another point of view, a little more positive and romantic.

They had been two completely different love experiences, he could point that out without a shadow of a doubt. Catherine made him see that not everything was always going to be as beautiful as a romantic movie on television or a wonderful honeymoon in which everything would be fine as many people assumed when starting a relationship, but that discussions could be in order of the day when it was a love affair like the one they had and that could happen even in the most absurd situation possible as previously mentioned, while Samantha showed him that life could be full of emotions that could be as positive and intense as those that he had previously had with his ex-wife, to the point of making him lose his mind and making him feel again like a little child who only wanted to have fun in that cruel world, even the most negative ones, such as the feeling of sudden abandonment at some specific aspects of a relationship when the other was needed most. The two were so different that he could never say that they were the same person, which led him perfectly to compare them for that reason, since neither of them behaved in a similar way to him, no matter how hateful it sounded to compare two such different people; They were almost like night and day, and maybe that's why their relationships weren't right for Theodore because, after all, he now had you, his lovely, sweet girlfriend who he found through a stranger and fortuitous mistake.

"I know you're awake. Don't pretend to be asleep anymore," said your sweet and soft voice, the same one that he loved so much, one that he would recognize from miles away in a sea full of people disturbing any street in the city where he lived. Feeling your small hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently only made a small smile appear on his lips. "I'm looking at you, I see your smile, and your mustache moves every time you do it. This isn't fair what you're doing to me, Theo, at this rate I'm going to stop making you breakfast."

Your threat did nothing but amuse him. You and your tender threats, how he adored them.

"I'm not asking you to get up at dawn to make breakfast. It's not my fault that you look like a zombie because of that," he murmured with a slightly hoarse voice, clearing his throat softly so that his next words wouldn't sound like those of a truck driver who had been smoking all his life, or something like that you used to say when he said his first words of the day. "I mean, I appreciate your attempt to get me out of bed every day, but I'm not going to get up that early, not today. It's Saturday, we can rest a little more, hug each other, and go back to sleep."

Theodore couldn't see it yet because his eyes were closed, but your smile made the room light up a little more; It was either that or the fact that the sun was beginning to appear between the tall buildings of the city and was finally beginning to provide light to the small room where both of you used to be almost daily after an intense day of work.

"Sometimes I wonder what led me to be with a man as lazy as you. You are infuriating," you commented with a certain mocking tone, being able to observe how he gently frowned at your words. His bright blue eyes opened slowly to be able to see your figure in front of him, standing next to the bed and blocking the sun that was beginning to rise so that it wouldn't hurt his eyesight as soon as he had the good fortune to open his eyes for the first time in the day. "What has made you smile so much? I don't think I've seen that smile in a long time."

"Yesterday, I smiled at you. I don't know what difference there is between my smile yesterday and today's."

His words made you roll your eyes. Slowly, you got on your knees in front of him, next to the bed, resting your arms on the edge of the mattress and placing your head on them so you could have your face closer to his. As a reflex action that you hadn't even thought about, you assumed it was because of the habit you had developed with him, your left hand strayed and ended up on his head, in his soft, crazy curls that you loved so much, caressing them tenderly so that he would relax under your touch, which you seemed to achieve when you heard him sigh. As you had imagined, there was his smile again.

"Actually, it is not the same. No smile of yours is the same as another you have shown before," you mentioned, bringing your face a little closer to his, so that the tip of your noses gently touched each other, making you feel a sea of butterflies in your stomach at the tranquility that he also gave you. "One can smile for fun or love. As far as I know, there are even people who smile when they want to cry because they don't know how to express it. But you, this little smile of yours that you're trying to hide from me right now. I've seen it before, even if it was just a couple of times. What were you thinking about?"

Theodore kept his eyes open as he looked at your sweet and delicate face, observing your features and every little wrinkle that you always managed to exaggerate by making strange faces that made him laugh. The mere fact of remembering the way you looked at him that night, with your frown and your eyes slightly slanted due to the lack of light on the roof, made him feel another sea of butterflies in his belly, wanting to lean over your face from filling it with kisses until making you faint with love in his arms. Just remembering that first meeting, that strange misunderstanding, caused his heart to skip a beat again.

"The day we met," he finally murmured in response with a certain longing in his voice, closing his eyes as he relaxed under your sweet caresses, enjoying the affection you gave off with every movement of your fingers. The mere fact that you always tried to show your love physically was something I greatly appreciated. "You were so beautiful, so elegant."

"Beautiful and elegant?" You questioned in confusion, raising an eyebrow even though he couldn't see it. You couldn't help but laugh softly at his imagination or the way he was able to see you, you were always fascinated by how romantic he could be without trying. I were wearing my pajamas and I were disheveled, I think she even still had blemishes in my eyes after the nap I took. Does that seem like being a beautiful and elegant person to you?"

"The most beautiful and elegant woman in the entire block, the entire city, and the entire world," he answered in a smiling voice, opening his eyes again to bring his face a little closer to yours and gently kiss your lips, barely being a gentle touch, which caused your stomach to begin to tingle and your heart to beat hard against your chest. "I remember that you looked at me with fear. You almost panicked when you saw me."

"How could I not? I thought you were going to jump off the roof,” you mentioned, slowly moving your body to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning down to press your lips against his again, feeling his mustache gently rub your skin. "You were so… You were… You… Let me talk."

Your complaints came from the quick kisses he gave you, it was inevitable for him to kiss you every morning in every way possible, and he still had so much to give you that morning. He had barely started the day, and he already needed a little more and more from you.

"Stop having irresistible lips, and I'll stop," he said before surrounding your body with his arms so he could hug you tightly, causing you to fall onto the bed without any hesitation next to him before he began to shower your face with various kisses that drove you totally crazy.

He couldn't help it, he couldn't help but adore you. Was he actually spending time with you? What was it that made you so different from Catherine and Samantha? Well, you made it feel real.

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Untitled Cy Twombly

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“Rideau historique” by Cy Twombly, at the Opéra de Paris – Bastille, 8 Feb. 2022, image: Matthieu Odinet

[anemicparasittte]

Cy Twombly, F from Sketches, 1967

[potter-solomons]

Really needed this baby today.