walk with me.
walk with me
gri (jiyong/seungri), pg-13, unbeta'd
a tiny trip through paintings.
Magritte
One moment they were still walking through an art gallery, the next they are soaring through the air, stepping on an invisible flight of stairs leading to everywhere. Men in suits surround them and Jiyong laughs, "It's raining men, hallelujah."
Seungri chuckles along and tightens his hold on the elder's arm, keep looking up just look up don't ever look down. They walk until they reach the end of the golden frame beyond the 2D men embedded in pale blue canvas.
Leonardo Da Vinci
"Now this looks familiar," Seungri bounces on the balls of his feet and Jiyong slaps his arm lightly. "So is it true that she is actually Da Vinci himself?"
"Ri, just because you love yourself to the extent that you'd paint yourself as a classic beauty doesn't mean that Da Vinci thought the same."
As they cross the air above Mona Lisa's head, carefully stepping past thin raven veil, Jiyong feels like they're being watched - perhaps her unmoving eyes are alive after all.
Creepy.
Salvador Dali
They step onto barren land, and the air is white-hot against their skin. Jiyong complains about getting sunburnt, while Seungri patiently points out that there is no sun in sight.
"This place is... mindfuck."
Dragging his feet over to a strange branch sticking out of nowhere, Jiyong pokes at a clock lying limp against the branch. It quivers and ticks away. The flat face of the clock stares right back into Jiyong's and he swears he can hear a pained moan. Seungri bounces over despite the oppressive heat and begins examining a clock on the ground.
"Funny, hyung, they're melting." He says, fingers hovering over a wobbly clock and Jiyong stops him before he touches it.
"Let's get out of here, these things are freaking me out."
Vincent Van Gogh
They step into night this time. The skies are filled with bold strokes of cream and sun, blending and mixing to form a cool evening breeze. Jiyong relaxes, sucks in a deep breath (ah, fresh oxygen) and leans against Seungri's warm back.
The town is sleeping. Jiyong likes it here, and Seungri, he's asleep, the elder swallows his chuckles, shifting in his position so that Seungri's head is nestled in the curve of his neck. His hair tickles, but Jiyong is used to it.
"Good night, Van Gogh."
not well-versed in the arts, but these paintings are famous :))
also, i apologise for the extreme shortness of this /cries
gri (jiyong/seungri), pg-13, unbeta'd
a tiny trip through paintings.
Magritte
One moment they were still walking through an art gallery, the next they are soaring through the air, stepping on an invisible flight of stairs leading to everywhere. Men in suits surround them and Jiyong laughs, "It's raining men, hallelujah."
Seungri chuckles along and tightens his hold on the elder's arm, keep looking up just look up don't ever look down. They walk until they reach the end of the golden frame beyond the 2D men embedded in pale blue canvas.
Leonardo Da Vinci
"Now this looks familiar," Seungri bounces on the balls of his feet and Jiyong slaps his arm lightly. "So is it true that she is actually Da Vinci himself?"
"Ri, just because you love yourself to the extent that you'd paint yourself as a classic beauty doesn't mean that Da Vinci thought the same."
As they cross the air above Mona Lisa's head, carefully stepping past thin raven veil, Jiyong feels like they're being watched - perhaps her unmoving eyes are alive after all.
Creepy.
Salvador Dali
They step onto barren land, and the air is white-hot against their skin. Jiyong complains about getting sunburnt, while Seungri patiently points out that there is no sun in sight.
"This place is... mindfuck."
Dragging his feet over to a strange branch sticking out of nowhere, Jiyong pokes at a clock lying limp against the branch. It quivers and ticks away. The flat face of the clock stares right back into Jiyong's and he swears he can hear a pained moan. Seungri bounces over despite the oppressive heat and begins examining a clock on the ground.
"Funny, hyung, they're melting." He says, fingers hovering over a wobbly clock and Jiyong stops him before he touches it.
"Let's get out of here, these things are freaking me out."
Vincent Van Gogh
They step into night this time. The skies are filled with bold strokes of cream and sun, blending and mixing to form a cool evening breeze. Jiyong relaxes, sucks in a deep breath (ah, fresh oxygen) and leans against Seungri's warm back.
The town is sleeping. Jiyong likes it here, and Seungri, he's asleep, the elder swallows his chuckles, shifting in his position so that Seungri's head is nestled in the curve of his neck. His hair tickles, but Jiyong is used to it.
"Good night, Van Gogh."
not well-versed in the arts, but these paintings are famous :))
also, i apologise for the extreme shortness of this /cries