Melt your headaches|Ryden 1x1 w/ chemicalwinter

[throam]

Brendon looked at a framed painting of two dolphins, admiring its realism. "Man, if I tried to do any of this it would look like a sad cup of jello." He said.

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan snorted and laughed, doubling over a bit because the way his breath momentarily left him was unexpected. “Oh god, Brendon. You can’t be perfect at everything that just wouldn’t be fair.” He grinned, looking over at his boyfriend in amusement.

[throam]

Brendon laughed, glancing at Ryan. "Only most things." He joked, knowing it wasn't true. "I can draw a pretty good stick figure though, if I do say so myself."

[ChemicalWinter]

“Ah yes. A stick figure dolphin.” Ryan snorted and stared at a huge broken glass 3D figure of a ship. He walked around it, admiring the intricate design.

[throam]

"My specialty." Brendon said, playing along. He turned around and looked at a glossy ceramic sculpture of a sea turtle. He wondered how someone could even have the patience to finish it, let alone finish it that well.

[ChemicalWinter]

//Where was that description when I needed it//

Ryan bit his lip and looked past the glass sculpture, watching Brendon from afar as he admired the art. He loved seeing the world through Brendon’s eyes. The way his lips would kind of pout when he was really intensely focused, or how his puppy-dog eyes would go wide to take in his surroundings, or how he’d fidget or tap his foot. It all seemed so pure to Ryan, making him only more in love.

[throam]

//aw ryro//

Brendon bounced on his feet a little as he turned to look at another painting, this one of a colorful fish of some sort. He looked up to call his boyfriend over and show him, meeting Ryan's eyes. He forgot what he was going to say and only smiled lovingly at Ryan.

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan blushed a little and smiled back, walking around toward where Brendon was standing, bit stopped to examine a small brass sculpture of a walrus. “This person must be really multitalented.” Ryan folded his arms and looked around at all the exotic pieces of art. Paintings, sculptures, glass tables, metal figures, there was no shortage of talent.

[throam]

"No kidding." Brendon said, meeting Ryan at the walrus sculpture. He stood next to Ryan, their shoulders brushing together.

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan glanced over at Brendon and smiled, lowering his hand and gently bumping it into Brendon’s, trying to interlace their fingers.