can I have a Klaus imagine were he teaches you how to paint.- @olivia14
Klaus’ talent had always hypnotised you. The paintbrush in his hand, skating across the canvas leaving a trail of his choice of colour behind. His strokes range from slow gentle strokes to fierce slashing of the brush as if he was trying to fight an unseeable enemy hiding inside the canvas. You loved how his eyes constantly moved from canvas to paint to paintbrush, analysing each movement he made and colour he used with the upmost precision. When he painted he was truly at peace and this showed on his face.
Your eyes gleamed as you watched your boyfriend paint from your spot on the couch. The two of you had a picnic planned but not so unfortunately the weather disagreed with you, creating endless grey storm clouds. Thankfully it had been just the two of you in the house that day so you could have some time alone together. While Klaus insisted that you did some over activities, you had persuaded him to paint something and let you watch.
“I don’t see how you find this so entertaining, love, doing nothing but stare at me.” The smirk visible in his voice.
“You call it staring, I call it admiring.”
Deciding to get a closer look at the master piece your boyfriend is creating, you stand and wrap your arms around his waist. You have to stand on your toes to be able to see the painting over the shoulder. “It’s beautiful. I wish I could paint like you.”
“I could always teach you, love.”
Art classes were mandatory for a year at your high school. Many people in your year were blessed with the ability to paint and draw, you were not one of them. It was easy for you to envision what to paint and how to paint it in your head but when it came to putting it on canvas, you were horrible. Your art teacher, Mr Wooly, once called you a disgrace to art. It was a bit harsh but he had a point.
“No. Klaus, I can’t paint.”
“Of course you can, love. I’ll help you.”
Klaus pulled your arm from his shoulder and laced his fingers with your, pulling you to a blank canvas waiting patiently on an easel. The purity of the canvas made you rigid. Klaus released your hand and brought over the paint brushes and paints. You stared between the paints and the canvas with pure horror, appreciating Klaus’ talent so much more.
Klaus chuckled behind you and asked, “What do you want to paint, love?”
Klaus wrapped his arms around your waist and chuckled in your ear. “Do you really want to paint me, love? Perhaps you should start with something easier.”
With a new found confidence, you picked up a brush and dipped it into a random paint.
“Nope, I want to paint you.” A smirk formed on your face as you turned and left a large red stripe across your boyfriends face.
You backed away, giggling, as his eyes grew wide. He glared at you, barely containing the growing smile. Hands up to protect yourself from your devious boyfriend, you fluttered your eyelashes and put on your best face displaying innocence.
Klaus rushed behind you, his blinding smirk smeared because of his speed. On impulse, you turned to see what he was doing only for your eyes to meet with blue. Paint entered your mouth, colouring your teeth. A large stripe of paint worked from the top of your forehead to your chin.
As you reached towards the paint to retaliate, Klaus grabbed both of your arms and pulled you into his chest. He smiled at you, eyes filled with adoration. Leaning down slightly, your boyfriends pressed his lips to you, mixing the paints on your lips. Your cringed at the taste and pulled back to see the purplish paint coating his pouting lips.
