“Perhaps I am being too forward, I don’t know what your expectations are, the books I have read about Japan did not discuss such things, but, ah… you surely must know that I would very much like to kiss you.”
He hadn’t expected Victor to say something like that so soon, but it was the simplicity of the request that startled and charmed Yuuri all at once. Not a desire for them to go to bed together, or to become regular lovers; only a kiss. And he seemed so concerned that even that could offend Yuuri. It might have, if this were his first time among Westerners. But it was only a kiss. Yuuri had kissed plenty of men.
He didn’t respond, only reached up to take his glasses off, and then slid his fingers up from where they still rested against Victor’s shoulder to the back of his neck before he leaned across the distance between them and pressed their lips together.
I’m currently rereading @thetwoguineabook‘s Blackbird and AHHHHH I love this fic SO MUCH I wish I could draw every single scene in it *sobs*
This scene in Ch 2 is probably one of my favourite scenes in the entire fic. The way Victor tells Yuuri that he wants to kiss him - it gets me every time
More watercolour birds! I recently got some watercolour supplies of my own; including lovely paint and a few proper brushes. One channel-billed toucan and a ruddy shelduck for practice later, and these three came to be. All common garden birds here in the Netherlands; a blue tit (Cyanistes caeruleus), a male common blackbird (Turdus merula) and a european robin (Erithacus rubecula). The robin and blackbird were commissioned, the blue tit was a gift.
I had a blast with these, and learned a lot from all of them. All ideas, techniques - and some things I should definitely not do - which can be used for future paintings. It’s wonderful slowly getting to know a new medium, bit by bit.
can’t keep my mind off of you you’ve stolen every thought I own
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There are a lot of barren trees in front of our building that have thin but dense branches with dangling, dead leafs, and in the bushes underneath lives a big community of sparrows that don’t leave even in arctic temperatures. It’s pretty lively there when the sun is out, but somehow I didn’t think about drawing it until now