Error's POV (Age: 23)
I opened the front door and placed my keys in a small bowl. Today was a tiring day of working as an accountant.
I walked to the air conditioner to change the temperature before going to the art studio. It was a room that was lined with tall windows that let in the natural sunlight. Outside, there were beds of flowers which added color to the surroundings.
There, I found Ink painting. Next to him was our newborn, Gray, who was sleeping in a cradle. I walked quietly towards them, making sure not to wake up the child.
I hugged Ink and kissed him on the head. He leaned into me before continuing his painting. I pulled a chair and sat next to my wife.
Me: Why are you painting this late in the evening, Inky?
Ink: My client moved the pick-up date to the end of this week so I need to finish it.
Me: Don't push yourself, like last time.
Ink: I didn't push myself.
I sighed as I rested my chin on Ink's shoulder.
Me: You passed out in the living room while you were carrying Gray. You were working on a painting for a different client.
Ink clicked his tongue before leaning his head against mine. I sighed and kissed Ink's cheek before standing up.
Me: Please don't overwork yourself, okay?
Ink: Okay, I promise.
I smiled before walking around the room, cleaning up the art supplies that my wife had left laying around.
I rinsed out the cups full of the watered down paint, organized the canvases, and cleaned the brushes. I looked at Ink and saw him deeply immersed in his painting.
A smile appeared on my face and I went back to cleaning the brushes.
As I did my task, I remembered times that I went through during college.
~~~~Flashback~~~~
Error's POV (Age: 21)
I waited outside of a classroom, waiting for Ink. I couldn't help but smile. Ink was the highlight of my day.
Then, the door opened and students walked out. Ink came out, looking at his phone. He bumped into me.
Ink looked up and smiled. I picked him up, spun and carefully set him down. Ink has been my boyfriend since the last year of high school.
We held hands while walking out of the art building.
Me: How was class, Ink?
Ink: The normal basics that we're supposed to know in the middle school. Shading, the anatomy of a naked woman, and other things.
Me: Wait. Did you see a naked woman in class today?
Ink nodded.
Ink: She was a very attractive woman.
I laughed to myself.
Me: I feel jealous. You got to admire her body while painting. You should admire mine tonight~
Ink heavily blushed, lightly punching my arm. I chuckled as I kissed my boyfriend's head.
We entered a café, ordered food, and then sat down in two comfy chairs.
I pulled out my laptop and worked on my accounting homework while Ink sketched in his sketchbook.
I glanced at Ink and saw that he was staring at me before drawing. He would repeat this, making me catch on.
Leaning over, I wanted to see what Ink was drawing. However, he pulled away.
Ink: Don't look, it's not finished.
Me: Are you drawing me?
Ink: Yes but don't look yet.
He whined which made me laugh.
A waitress gave us our drinks and food. We both had turkey paninis. I took one and bit into it. The panini was hot and the cheese was melted.
Ink: Stay still. I like that position.
I stared at Ink with a confused expression, with a sandwich in my hands.
Me: I just want to eat.
I said with laugh.
Ink: Well, hold on. You can eat when I'm done. Don't worry, I'll draw fast.
After a few minutes passed. Ink turned his sketchbook around and showed me his drawing. It was me sitting in a chair, laptop on my lap, and panini in my hands.
I was surprised by how much detail he put in just the first sketch.
Ink: Okay. Now you can continue.
I took another bite of my food. There were some times where I had to remind Ink to eat as well.
I watched him eat and draw at the same time, making me think...
Ink is so cute
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Family Memories (ErrInk)
Fanfiction"We didn't realize we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun." This book holds the family memories of the Queen family. Error, Ink, Gradient, and PaperJam. There is no set story, just about a family living out their lives. The book ho...