Slacking ensues
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lukon_ideinMy roommate is whistling. It's driving me crazy. Please shut up now! I can't really complain, because he's generally a super great roommate. Oh phew - he just left. Yipppee! : ) I'm such a bitch!!
Anyway, here is yet another fanfic posting. Fuck. I'm NEVER getting this damn thesis done. But I can't help feeling that at least writing fic is some sort of writing and it keeps me in practice. Or something. But if I end up writing an AU novella about Trowa born into slavery in a villa in Tuscany and then catching the eye of a passing senator and purchased and brought to Rome where he falls in love with young slave musician in the Imperial household... well, I don't think anyone will be surprised except my committee.
Anyway, this latest fic has made me crave photography again. I really miss it. Went to Deviantart to check out some people's stuff and it was so hard to see all that amazing stuff and know I couldn't do that. I shot a bunch of stuff this summer but mainly snapshots. Nothing that I really worked hard on. And while I love the freedom of digital I can't stand not having an SLR. Just can't afford one of those right now. And can't afford film and processing for my old faithful. And a deeper problem is my lack of inspiration. I don't know how to get that back - nothing around here catches my visual interest and gets my mind working. It takes time and engergy and hope and a certain sense of mental freedom that I've been missing for a while. Sigh. And if I try to get back into it I will feel totally guilty for not working on my thesis. That's life, I guess.
Well, better get this up and posted so I can go work on my costume for Friday's Halloween party. What, me? Total slack? Don't know what you mean!
Title: Number 42
Author: Lukoni
Characters/Pairing: Duo/Heero, hints of Quatre/Trowa, Wufei
Word Count: 817
Summary: Duo gets a lesson in art appreciation.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mostly harmless, some nudity, bit of sap.
Notes: Written for GW500 challenge #142: Pi. Set post-EW. Not sure I like the ending - I started out lighthearted and silly but then I went looking for motivations and got a little sidetracked. Wufei is a hard character for me to get into. He’s so good at keeping people out. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
Number 42
“It says they’re back here – numbers 42, 43 and 44.”
“I can’t believe Wufei actually submitted some of his work for this thing. He’s always been so secretive about it. I can’t wait to finally s….. oh my god.” Stunned silence fell between the two men as they stood rooted to a spot in the back of the gallery.
“It’s called ‘Pi’,” the blue-eyed Asian informed his braided partner helpfully.
“But… he’s not eating anything. There’s no pie anywhere in the picture.”
“No, ‘Pi’ – the mathematical constant.”
“Oh. Riiiight.”
The pair stared at the image before them in silence as other spectators drifted past. Lush greys mixed with luxurious blacks and stark whites in a maelstrom of shades and textures.
“There are no numbers in there either. Unless they are painted on his body in invisible ink.”
“Pi is the ratio of a circle’s diameter to its circumference.” More silence.
“There’s nothing round either. Though I suppose there are some vaguely circular shapes in his ass.”
The dark haired man put his arm over his lover’s shoulder as they continued to gaze at the photograph.
“His head is round. Sort of. Except for all that hair hanging down.”
“I think the space he is describing is the circle.”
“The space he’s describing? He’s not lecturing to a class, Hee-chan. Though it sure would have livened up a few of those classes back at Relena’s school…”
Heero pressed a quick kiss to Duo’s neck knowing it would shut him up briefly. Duo moaned quietly. He was already half hard from looking at the damned picture.
“You can draw a circle around him,” Heero murmured into Duo’s ear. “And that line – his arm up through his back to the end of his foot – that’s the diameter.”
“Ahhhh.”
Duo’s breath was shallow as he took in the sight of that lean muscular figure. One hand gripped some sort of handle, barely visible at the bottom of the frame, the rest of the body balanced only on that one point, the other hand and its opposite leg stretched out in wide angles for counterbalance, while the other leg pointed upward straight as an arrow, toes pointed perfectly. Light poured over the figure like a lover, highlighting the straining, sweat-kissed curves, the background ominously indistinct charcoal, the vague hint of a wide window behind the uppermost foot suggesting a quest for freedom or a lifetime of imprisonment. Duo shifted closer to his lover silently wishing they were not in public.
“Heero?
“Hn?”
“How the HELL did Wufei get Trowa to pose for that?”
“I have no idea.”
“Has Quatre seen it yet?”
“There you are! Can’t you even keep your hands off each other for five min… Oh my god.”
“He has now,” Heero growled. Duo chuckled as he turned his gaze to the newcomer. The blond executive was staring in rapt attention, drinking in the sight of their fellow pilot in all his glory.
“I always knew he was good,” Quatre breathed. “But this… this is amazing!”
“Not that you aren’t a little biased…” Duo remarked sarcastically.
“Huh? No, not Trowa. Wufei.” The blond smiled wistfully. “He’s finally gotten his mind to mesh with his emotions. It’s… beautiful.”
“And this has nothing to do with your thing for Tro?”
“Not everything’s about sex, Duo.”
“This is!”
“No, it’s not,” Quatre said firmly. Before he could continue, Heero broke into the conversation.
“It’s about balance.”
“Hmph. Whatever you say,” Duo sulked. More viewers passed by, some pausing briefly to comment to their companions, as the three stood quietly taking in the image.
“So,” Duo finally piped up, “does this mean Wufei’s not going to flip out anymore and join up with freako ex-generals trying to take over the world.”
Heero laughed quietly. “I guess you could look at it that way.” Duo slid his arm around Heero’s waist.
“So….if I were to take a picture of Trowa naked what would that say about me?”
“That you’re a perv,” came a voice from behind them.
“Wuf!” Duo spun from his lover’s grasp and engulfed the brusque Preventer in a giant hug.
“Get a grip, Maxwell.”
“Just congratulating you, man. It looks great.”
Heero stepped forward and offered his hand. “Excellent work.”
Wufei smiled with a touch of shyness as he took the man’s hand in his. “Thanks.”
“It’s wonderful,” Quatre confirmed, giving his friend’s arm a quick squeeze.
“You really think so?” The artist’s eyes strayed back to his piece and caught there, lost in a sea of memories, sensations and emotions. And at last Duo saw it. It wasn’t about sex. It was about life and struggle and the quest for perfection and the acceptance of the limitations of the world and of the self. It was striving, struggling, vibrant, graceful peace.
“Yeah,” Duo said softly, in a voice reserved for weddings and churches. “It’s like a piece of your soul.”
~fin~
Anyway, here is yet another fanfic posting. Fuck. I'm NEVER getting this damn thesis done. But I can't help feeling that at least writing fic is some sort of writing and it keeps me in practice. Or something. But if I end up writing an AU novella about Trowa born into slavery in a villa in Tuscany and then catching the eye of a passing senator and purchased and brought to Rome where he falls in love with young slave musician in the Imperial household... well, I don't think anyone will be surprised except my committee.
Anyway, this latest fic has made me crave photography again. I really miss it. Went to Deviantart to check out some people's stuff and it was so hard to see all that amazing stuff and know I couldn't do that. I shot a bunch of stuff this summer but mainly snapshots. Nothing that I really worked hard on. And while I love the freedom of digital I can't stand not having an SLR. Just can't afford one of those right now. And can't afford film and processing for my old faithful. And a deeper problem is my lack of inspiration. I don't know how to get that back - nothing around here catches my visual interest and gets my mind working. It takes time and engergy and hope and a certain sense of mental freedom that I've been missing for a while. Sigh. And if I try to get back into it I will feel totally guilty for not working on my thesis. That's life, I guess.
Well, better get this up and posted so I can go work on my costume for Friday's Halloween party. What, me? Total slack? Don't know what you mean!
Title: Number 42
Author: Lukoni
Characters/Pairing: Duo/Heero, hints of Quatre/Trowa, Wufei
Word Count: 817
Summary: Duo gets a lesson in art appreciation.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mostly harmless, some nudity, bit of sap.
Notes: Written for GW500 challenge #142: Pi. Set post-EW. Not sure I like the ending - I started out lighthearted and silly but then I went looking for motivations and got a little sidetracked. Wufei is a hard character for me to get into. He’s so good at keeping people out. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
Number 42
“It says they’re back here – numbers 42, 43 and 44.”
“I can’t believe Wufei actually submitted some of his work for this thing. He’s always been so secretive about it. I can’t wait to finally s….. oh my god.” Stunned silence fell between the two men as they stood rooted to a spot in the back of the gallery.
“It’s called ‘Pi’,” the blue-eyed Asian informed his braided partner helpfully.
“But… he’s not eating anything. There’s no pie anywhere in the picture.”
“No, ‘Pi’ – the mathematical constant.”
“Oh. Riiiight.”
The pair stared at the image before them in silence as other spectators drifted past. Lush greys mixed with luxurious blacks and stark whites in a maelstrom of shades and textures.
“There are no numbers in there either. Unless they are painted on his body in invisible ink.”
“Pi is the ratio of a circle’s diameter to its circumference.” More silence.
“There’s nothing round either. Though I suppose there are some vaguely circular shapes in his ass.”
The dark haired man put his arm over his lover’s shoulder as they continued to gaze at the photograph.
“His head is round. Sort of. Except for all that hair hanging down.”
“I think the space he is describing is the circle.”
“The space he’s describing? He’s not lecturing to a class, Hee-chan. Though it sure would have livened up a few of those classes back at Relena’s school…”
Heero pressed a quick kiss to Duo’s neck knowing it would shut him up briefly. Duo moaned quietly. He was already half hard from looking at the damned picture.
“You can draw a circle around him,” Heero murmured into Duo’s ear. “And that line – his arm up through his back to the end of his foot – that’s the diameter.”
“Ahhhh.”
Duo’s breath was shallow as he took in the sight of that lean muscular figure. One hand gripped some sort of handle, barely visible at the bottom of the frame, the rest of the body balanced only on that one point, the other hand and its opposite leg stretched out in wide angles for counterbalance, while the other leg pointed upward straight as an arrow, toes pointed perfectly. Light poured over the figure like a lover, highlighting the straining, sweat-kissed curves, the background ominously indistinct charcoal, the vague hint of a wide window behind the uppermost foot suggesting a quest for freedom or a lifetime of imprisonment. Duo shifted closer to his lover silently wishing they were not in public.
“Heero?
“Hn?”
“How the HELL did Wufei get Trowa to pose for that?”
“I have no idea.”
“Has Quatre seen it yet?”
“There you are! Can’t you even keep your hands off each other for five min… Oh my god.”
“He has now,” Heero growled. Duo chuckled as he turned his gaze to the newcomer. The blond executive was staring in rapt attention, drinking in the sight of their fellow pilot in all his glory.
“I always knew he was good,” Quatre breathed. “But this… this is amazing!”
“Not that you aren’t a little biased…” Duo remarked sarcastically.
“Huh? No, not Trowa. Wufei.” The blond smiled wistfully. “He’s finally gotten his mind to mesh with his emotions. It’s… beautiful.”
“And this has nothing to do with your thing for Tro?”
“Not everything’s about sex, Duo.”
“This is!”
“No, it’s not,” Quatre said firmly. Before he could continue, Heero broke into the conversation.
“It’s about balance.”
“Hmph. Whatever you say,” Duo sulked. More viewers passed by, some pausing briefly to comment to their companions, as the three stood quietly taking in the image.
“So,” Duo finally piped up, “does this mean Wufei’s not going to flip out anymore and join up with freako ex-generals trying to take over the world.”
Heero laughed quietly. “I guess you could look at it that way.” Duo slid his arm around Heero’s waist.
“So….if I were to take a picture of Trowa naked what would that say about me?”
“That you’re a perv,” came a voice from behind them.
“Wuf!” Duo spun from his lover’s grasp and engulfed the brusque Preventer in a giant hug.
“Get a grip, Maxwell.”
“Just congratulating you, man. It looks great.”
Heero stepped forward and offered his hand. “Excellent work.”
Wufei smiled with a touch of shyness as he took the man’s hand in his. “Thanks.”
“It’s wonderful,” Quatre confirmed, giving his friend’s arm a quick squeeze.
“You really think so?” The artist’s eyes strayed back to his piece and caught there, lost in a sea of memories, sensations and emotions. And at last Duo saw it. It wasn’t about sex. It was about life and struggle and the quest for perfection and the acceptance of the limitations of the world and of the self. It was striving, struggling, vibrant, graceful peace.
“Yeah,” Duo said softly, in a voice reserved for weddings and churches. “It’s like a piece of your soul.”
~fin~
