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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 2, 2011 21:28:41 GMT -5
It was starting to get annoying. All of this, the way he was asking. How much did he have to work to get through to this man?
"Fine then," he lifted his chin, "then let's go up there, right now. I'll see you for you."
If he wanted to play it that way, then fine. Taki would play it that way. Usually he wasn't so determined in trying to get through to someone, or to get someone really, but the painter seemed like he could be worth it. Hopefully he was right. So he grabbed his wrist again and started walking through the hall and towards the art room.
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Post by Ayu on Jul 2, 2011 21:47:40 GMT -5
"Taki. Taki, it doesn't matter. Taki." Gio followed, or rather, was dragged after the Japanese man, shoes squeaking on the wooden floor.
Hurrying to catch him up, he swung around to face Taki. "Why are you even pushing this?"
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 2, 2011 21:49:41 GMT -5
"Obviously it does matter to you, so we're doing this."
He was surprised a bit when he was swung around, and simply stood his ground with a steadfast stare.
"Because I like you. And I think you're worth it, for some reason. I don't know why, I just do, so deal with it, ne?"
Taki wanted nothing more than to fix this messy man.
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Post by Ayu on Jul 2, 2011 22:04:13 GMT -5
"Fine." Gio gave way, letting Taki up the stairs to the art room. "But Taki, don't expect anything from me. I'm an artist. I don't know how to be anything else."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 2, 2011 22:44:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, you're an artist, and you're also a person Gio."
He dragged him into the room, and then looked around in awe. Taki had never been in the art room before, and he was in admiration at what he saw. The paintings... they were beautiful. The man had never really been a great appreciator of art but he certainly liked what he saw.
"They're wonderful... you did these?"
He walked around, looking at all of them. Now it really struck him by what Gio had meant before when he had gotten the wrong.. picture. Taki supposed he wouldn't mind being the subject of one of these works of art.
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Post by Ayu on Jul 2, 2011 23:03:34 GMT -5
Gio flushed. "Not all of them. The ones on the left wall. They aren't the good ones. They're just drying." Now it was his turn to tug on Taki's hand, pulling him away from the paintings in the window, past the half-finished woodcut on the desk, into the storage cupboard.
Behind the boxes of art supplies, paintings, sketches and clay figures were stacked floor to ceiling, filling the tiny room. There were canvases on the shelves and stacked on the kiln, rolled up paintings leant against the walls, wire sculptures hanging loosely from the shelves, sketchbooks scattered on every surface, images in pen, pencil, charcoal, pastel, oils, watercolour... "There. That's me. Since I came here. Everything."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 2, 2011 23:11:39 GMT -5
He smiled, still looking at them. "I think they're pretty great..." he felt the tug and let it pull him, following his movements. As he moved past what he saw, he felt curious and let his eyes inspect over everything. There was so much he didn't know outside of his little office. Taki then came to a stop as he looked over everything.
"Sugoi..." it was so fascinating, like a representation of Gio himself. Messy, cluttered, but beautiful and interesting...
"Well.. if that's you, I really like you." He smirked, turning back to him. "So what?"
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Post by Ayu on Jul 2, 2011 23:33:06 GMT -5
"So..." Gio paused for in the doorway, momentarily lost for words. "So...I don't think you understand, Taki. I don't think you ever will. But..."
He looked around at his stacked art, the pictures of pain and happiness and joy and confusion. "Thank you for trying, most people don't bother putting up with me this long."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 2, 2011 23:35:34 GMT -5
He shrugged, not put off in the slightest. "So what if I don't understand? Maybe I don't want to." Taki moved closer to him, smiling.
"I'm not trying you know, it's not like this is a hardship or anything. I really like your art... maybe you could paint me one day? Heh..." It was Gio who couldn't understand, in the end. He would make him understand though, even if it took for absolutely ever.
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Post by Ayu on Jul 2, 2011 23:54:44 GMT -5
Vaguely conscious of how compromising this could look if a student came in through the permanently-open studio door, Gio moved fully into the storage cupboard, shutting the door behind him, so that the only light falling on the two of them was the weak daylight filtering through the window behind the mountain of art.
"I can do that. Um. I have done that. Wait a second." He squeezed past Taki to reach down to the stack of sketchbooks on the floor. "Lots of them. Like I said. You have fantastic eyes."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 3, 2011 12:11:52 GMT -5
Taki took in a breath as he realized he had finally gotten through to the man, at least, somewhat. It would probably take a while to get through to him completely as it was, but he had time. As Gio moved around, he expected the man to ask for a pose or something like that, so he could begin drawing him. What he didn't expect was the words that came afterwards, the fact that the painter had already drawn him. Which meant he had been watching him, thinking about him, inspecting him... If the doctor was anyone else he would have blushed at the thought, but it merely made him smile.
"Can I see?" If the drawings of himself were anything like the paintings on these walls, then Taki was more than excited. No one had ever.. captured his image before, it was fascinating to see how another person saw him. How they saw the.. beauty in him. Heh.
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Post by Ayu on Jul 3, 2011 12:27:35 GMT -5
"Wait a second," Gio repeated, flicking through pad after pad. He handed one over his shoulder to Taki, then another, then a bundle of papers, then a stretched canvas with a portrait in oils, and finally one last book of watercolour paper. "There's some in there. They aren't very good. They'd be better if I could get you to sit for me."
The sketchpads in the stack Gio had given Taki did contain some pictures of him, in watercolour, pencil, ink and charcoal, ranging from quick scribbles to studied portraits, from full-body figure studies to tiny details of his face or hands, but they were interspersed with landscapes, animals and what looked like half the population of the school.
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 3, 2011 18:17:41 GMT -5
Hands grabbed at the papers and sketches that were tossed at him, amazed at the sheer amount. Taki really had no idea how much time the man had spent sketching him, it was incredibly flattering.
"Oh, I'll sit for you anytime. These kids don't really need a doctor anyway." If the amount of drawings had been a surprise to him, now the variety of mediums used were a complete shock to him. It was so fascinating, all the different ways Gio portrayed him, he really couldn't choose which was the best. They were so... beautiful. He knew he was an attractive man, but the way the painter portrayed him.. it was different, it was surreal and special and yet all the same it was him. Without even trying Gio had captured his very self... Taki didn't think he had ever been so moved before.
"These.... kami, Gio, these are amazing. Totemo subarashii... I can't wait for you to draw me from life..."
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Post by Ayu on Jul 3, 2011 19:07:29 GMT -5
"Take them," Gio suggested. "They're just gathering dust back here. Sooner or later I'll run out of space then I'll have to palm them off on someone anyway." He pressed another sketchbook into Taki's hand, moving closer. "Please."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 4, 2011 11:30:50 GMT -5
"Are you sure you don't..." he looked at Gio, and sucked in his breath. "Of course I will. I'd love to.."
It was difficult when the other man was so close to them, in such a small room.. a small locked room... Now that he thought about it, no one could stop him if he reached out and took the painter right then and there, the man had said he found him attractive after all...
But that wouldn't be right, no Taki wouldn't forgive himself for taking advantage of the poor teacher. So he simply smiled and stood still, taking the sketchbook into his hands with the papers.
"Thank you."
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