Atristry
Title: Artistry
Author: Afiawri
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Neal
Warnings: None
Word Count: 266
Thanks: To elrhiarhodan for the prompt: Neal wishing for glory.
Neal stares out across the city. He loves looking at it.
Whenever he’s sad or bored or doing anything that doesn’t require his eyes elsewhere, he looks at the sky scrapers, the lights, the shapes of people and cars stories down. It’s relaxing and inspiring in turns.
Today it’s just depressing.
He told- well, no, implied that he’s the world’s best con artist to everyone he’s met since his arrest. And he’d believed it too.
But he’s a convicted felon. And for a while, he managed to brush it off: Peter was just that good. The circumstances were just that bad. Even the masters slip up.
But now, he can’t even get a lie past Peter. He was never as good as he thought he was; before, he was never challenged.
And now here Neal sits, looking over a city from an apartment he only has because June is just that type of lady.
When Neal was little, he’d dreamed of having paintings hanging in galleries. Of redefining what people thought of as Art.
Well, he has paintings hanging in galleries. And he’s infamous for it. Artists want to be known. Con artists want to disappear with the money.
Which means Neal is a shitty con artist. He’d turned to conning when he knew he wouldn’t be able to cut it as an artist.
Turns out he can’t even con. Neal twists around to look at the blank canvas. If he ever paints it, the only people who will see it are ones he knows- and who know him.
Just like when he was a kid.
Author: Afiawri
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Neal
Warnings: None
Word Count: 266
Thanks: To elrhiarhodan for the prompt: Neal wishing for glory.
Neal stares out across the city. He loves looking at it.
Whenever he’s sad or bored or doing anything that doesn’t require his eyes elsewhere, he looks at the sky scrapers, the lights, the shapes of people and cars stories down. It’s relaxing and inspiring in turns.
Today it’s just depressing.
He told- well, no, implied that he’s the world’s best con artist to everyone he’s met since his arrest. And he’d believed it too.
But he’s a convicted felon. And for a while, he managed to brush it off: Peter was just that good. The circumstances were just that bad. Even the masters slip up.
But now, he can’t even get a lie past Peter. He was never as good as he thought he was; before, he was never challenged.
And now here Neal sits, looking over a city from an apartment he only has because June is just that type of lady.
When Neal was little, he’d dreamed of having paintings hanging in galleries. Of redefining what people thought of as Art.
Well, he has paintings hanging in galleries. And he’s infamous for it. Artists want to be known. Con artists want to disappear with the money.
Which means Neal is a shitty con artist. He’d turned to conning when he knew he wouldn’t be able to cut it as an artist.
Turns out he can’t even con. Neal twists around to look at the blank canvas. If he ever paints it, the only people who will see it are ones he knows- and who know him.
Just like when he was a kid.