For cas-cas-fallinlove, who wanted something cute. Sorry for the extreme lateness, I didn’t feel happy with the colors/composition for ages. I wanted to try some punchy Hong Kong colors after the limited palette thing didn’t work.
It’s my first time painting food. 🙂
Dude. This drawing is so awesome. I had to reblog it just for the lighting. You’re killing me with that lighting. : D
They’re into nearly a month of co-habitation when Newt finally brings it up. They’re together on the sofa, Newt shoveling take-out pizza down his throat and Hermann flipping through TV channels, and suddenly Hermann reaches out and curls his pinkie finger delicately over Newt’s. Newt swallows his mouthful of pizza. Hermann’s eyes are fixed straight ahead. Newt knows this signal, of course–Hermann wants Newt to take his hand, maybe kiss it (Hermann likes that a lot) or rub his thumb in little circles over Hermann’s knuckles. “If you want to hold hands with me, dude,” Newt says, with a grin, “you could always just hold my hand.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Hermann says, but he looks pleased when Newt threads their fingers together anyway. Later, when the lights have dimmed and his head migrates to Newt’s shoulder, he clears his throat until Newt takes the hint and loops his arm around Hermann instead. Newt squeezes Hermann’s cotton-clad bicep, and Hermann hums happily and nuzzles the side of Newt’s neck. “Thank you, Newton.”
There was a long pause. As though Newton was genuinely expecting him to “know” something. Hermann’s allotted dinner time was nearly up and he was getting impatient with this little runaround.
I really don’t.
The response came almost instantaneously:
I miss you.
“
A year after his departure, Hermann receives a text message from Newton for seemingly no reason. A dumb little drabble based on this ask from @sarah1281
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