Big Bang art
I'm awfully late to post my big bang art. So here it goes-
Draco is painting. He swirls the paint with his fingers, feeling it cold and slimy between skin and paper. There is a smear of orange-and-blue just next to his nose and Harry has to resist the urge to spit in a napkin and scrub it off. His paintings are rough, childish, yet somehow sophisticated in their crudeness, like when man first chiselled into cave rock. He paints creatures - hippogriffs with vicious teeth, big, black dogs, blobs of black and grey against a blue paper sky. Once, a smooth green S with red dots for eyes.
"Turns you to st-st--..." he stops, frustrated. "Rock."
Harry stares at the pictures. "Draco," he says. "Do you remember?"
Draco blinks at him with eyes like storm clouds.
" Why do you paint these things?" Harry asks.
"I like monssers," Draco explains.
Monsters, as if that explains everything. And maybe it does.
(Excepts from Nightingale)
I failed to complete my required two pieces of art this time, *hides face* but I knew from the very beginning I would only have time for one fic, and all but one scene were taken by the time I finished it. I picked Nightingale (by michi_thekiller), and I picked the correct choice. Again, don't read if dark fic squicks you, but I'm confident that this fic WILL move you, whether you have preference on darker themes or not.
This art (and another one, will be posting soon) for our beloved kasche, for her generosity and kindness. I've said it a million times and I have to say it again - you are such an amazingly lovely person, Bruni ♥ I still can't believe my luck to get to know you through hp fandom.
Draco is painting. He swirls the paint with his fingers, feeling it cold and slimy between skin and paper. There is a smear of orange-and-blue just next to his nose and Harry has to resist the urge to spit in a napkin and scrub it off. His paintings are rough, childish, yet somehow sophisticated in their crudeness, like when man first chiselled into cave rock. He paints creatures - hippogriffs with vicious teeth, big, black dogs, blobs of black and grey against a blue paper sky. Once, a smooth green S with red dots for eyes.
"Turns you to st-st--..." he stops, frustrated. "Rock."
Harry stares at the pictures. "Draco," he says. "Do you remember?"
Draco blinks at him with eyes like storm clouds.
" Why do you paint these things?" Harry asks.
"I like monssers," Draco explains.
Monsters, as if that explains everything. And maybe it does.
(Excepts from Nightingale)
I failed to complete my required two pieces of art this time, *hides face* but I knew from the very beginning I would only have time for one fic, and all but one scene were taken by the time I finished it. I picked Nightingale (by michi_thekiller), and I picked the correct choice. Again, don't read if dark fic squicks you, but I'm confident that this fic WILL move you, whether you have preference on darker themes or not.
This art (and another one, will be posting soon) for our beloved kasche, for her generosity and kindness. I've said it a million times and I have to say it again - you are such an amazingly lovely person, Bruni ♥ I still can't believe my luck to get to know you through hp fandom.