audie.

▸ : fictional character. ╱ “i, audie leverne, shall make you, quentin li, give up. watch me!” ( i: aqueasirius. )

[audie. @vairoxf]

“... Do you think you would paint me again if I asked you to?”

He turned to face Quentin, pure curiousity painted on his features.

“Or is this one painting merely an exception, @ER_UDITE?”

[audie. @vairoxf]

Audie lay on his back, gazed fixed on the ceiling as he drifted in his thoughts. Most of the times, anything that happened with Quentin would be full of bickering and Audie being loud—both in action and words. Now, he was silent, and not a thought passed in his mind.

[audie. @vairoxf]

Maybe, just maybe, there was something about @ER_UDITE that Audie could be fond of.

[audie. @vairoxf]

“But, I'll let you go this once, just because I wanted to see the final result. Other than that, I won't hesitate to scratch your handsome face.”

Untrue. Audie didn't really mean all of that. In fact, he was looking to having Quention draw him again after this.

[audie. @vairoxf]

Audie went silent for a moment. “So... why, @ER_UDITE?”

[audie. @vairoxf]

“Why did you stop painting? You got the talent for it, though.”

Quentin's painting was beautiful in his eyes—he had to admit that. The way he was drawn was pleasant to the eye.

“You would have won competitions, may even become popular as well...”

[audie. @vairoxf]

“So, tell me, have you been painting for a long time, @ER_UDITE?”

[audie. @vairoxf]

— doing this for a long time. Truthfully, it ignited curiousity in him. The man he resented seem to have made him want to know more.

“I never knew you could paint.” He said, crossing his arms. “The way you're mixing colors tells me that you're good at this.”

[audie. @vairoxf]

His hand went to the sketch, but didn't snatch it away. He just held onto it, wanting Quentin to explain everything before he throws it away.

“What are you doing, @ER_UDITE? Surely you're not projecting your inner desires, right?”

[audie. @vairoxf]

Audie's consciousness came back to him, and his eyes fluttered opened slowly. As soon as they landed on Quentin, especially on the thing that was on his hands, his eyes widened.

He shot up, and shifted closer to Quentin quickly, trapping him by sitting on him.