31 days. Paints (Evan/Isaac)
Evan's cheek has a blurred yellow gouache stain. He rubbed it with his fist, stacked with knuckles, which had already had green marks on them. The guy doesn't pay any attention to it, continuing to put the brush in jars of paint and a plastic cup with muddy dirty water. The face changed its expression, as soon as the tip of the brush was brought to the already partially painted sheet, and the tip of the tongue appeared between the lips. The guy sometimes frowned on his eyebrows, reducing them on his nose bridge, then stretched his lips in a sunny happy smile, then sadly sniffed his nose, allowing lonely tears to roll down his face. Confusion, happiness, anger, irritation, sadness ... Like the multicolored reflections of a kaleidoscope, emotions danced in Evan, reflecting in the whole bright spectrum on paper. A dot, a stroke, a stroke. It's sharp and fast, it's slow and lazy. No pencil and gray lines, only gouache with its expressive deep colors. Evan is afraid of the greyness that periodically captures him and takes him to the labyrinth of his mind, in which chaos, fear and pain reign. Therefore, a simple pencil lies alone aside, along with a pile of his brothers, distinguished by the saturation of color and the overall length, and before the guy opened a dozen different jars of colored bushes.
Isaac caught Evan in deep thoughtfulness when he bit the wooden tip of the brush, deciding what to do with it. The blue spot decorated the nose bridge, the red streaks were somehow on the neck and open collarbone, and the fingertips at the base were painted with the whole kaleidoscope. Isaac kept his laughing stock in check, afraid to frighten away the moment of perfect solitude and the discovery of a lonely soul, which knew calmness. It was something beautiful, but unearthly, coming from a dream or a dream. If Isaac had been as immersed in faith as his mother, he would have said that Evan looked like an angel descending from the icon. He always caused such worship and admiration in the soul of the lost boy, who found his calling and meaning in the sick young man. They were a strange couple, after all.
Still, the laughter broke out, and Evan turned his head to the sound, smiling at his beloved.
- Hello," he smiled, "why the sunspot on his cheek was closer to his eye, and it was charging with its glitter.
- Hello, -Isaac lowered his eyes embarrassingly. - I'm sorry to bother you.
- Oh, no, it's okay," Evan waved without taking his smile off his face. - I think I'm done. Look at this.
The guy didn't dare to get close to the sheet, trying not to knock down the cups and mugs around him. Isaac looked into the drawing with interest, a riot of colors and flowers that drew the silhouette of a human face in a bizarre form.
- Self-portrait? - Isaac asked, looking closely at the bright strokes, thinking to himself that Evan was always like that - raging with colors like fireworks, unlike himself, the gray mouse.
- Something like that.
Fingers stained in paint touched the cheeks, joining the small mole, leaving a barely noticeable trace.
- You've got a beautiful drawing," Isaac said, quietly mining with strange but pleasant touches, thinking that it would happen the next second, knowing that his beloved could be unpredictable, and his eyes had already caught fire.
- You're much better," Evan said, kissing your little man's lips quickly and torn, repeating the touch over and over again. Then he dipped his finger in yellow and drew a line on someone else's cheek almost under his eye, then copied it on the other side of his face.
- I am a canvas? - Isaac laughed.
- No," Evan said seriously, looking into his eyes and leaving a yellow spot on his temple. - You're a complete, beautiful picture. I just want you to have something in you from me.
Isaac looked thoughtfully at the deeply sad young man, realizing that he was lost and afraid. He kissed his loved one briefly and reached for a jar of bright blue paint. Under his incomprehensible but laughing gaze, he dipped his fingers and walked on the lips of others.
- Now there's something about you too," Isaac said, smearing another swab on his high forehead. Evan laughed in his full voice, and you could have sworn he had a light veil of relief on his face. The guys continued to paint each other, leaving paint stains all over their bodies, kissing and silently agreeing to always be together, complementing each other.
And their lives will always be diluted with color.