E/R bonding over art?
Good morning have some modern (art) AU
Enjolras’ brows drew together in an expression of faint puzzlement, and his mouth turned down into an adorable semi-pout. “Let me see if I understand this one without you explaining it. The canvas represents potential – the projections of man’s hopes and fears onto the ever bright horizon of the future, the pain of uncertainty mingled with relief that there is still a chance to make of life what you will. It is past, present and future, the blank canvas of the soul with which we are born, our belief that we control who paints upon us. The sharp edges show the boundaries between self and not-self, and the longer you stare the more the shared colors of the canvas and wall seem to blur together. The clearest distinction is provided by its shadow, which lurks behind the canvas like the proverbial goat of darkness, waiting to do eternal battle for the fate of the future with the shining, fluorescent goats of light.“
Grantaire stared for a moment, then he laughed, hoarse and full of genuine delight. “You’re fucking with me!” He bent over double, laughing and slapping his knee. “You’re absolutely fucking with me! By god, you’re a natural. I should interview you for my blog.”
Enjolras permitted himself a tiny smile.