absinthe

🌈🌹muse🎨(kiyoko)🌹🌈

(implied fem reader)

Painting, the way you expressed yourself since words could never get the job done correctly. While painting had been the medium you practiced the most, you also enjoyed simple things such as sketching in your sketch book. Mostly of random things; buildings, random people, characters from books or tv shows, or even random characters youve made up. Lately, the tedious task of over-coming art block as once again squeezed its way into your schedule.

Here you sit, next to an open window in the art room. This was your favorite class, and even spent most of you time in here after school. Most of the kids who joint art as an elective didnt actually enjoy art as much as you, they simply joined for an easy A.  Looking around, your eyes gazed upon all the kids who drew as they pleased, without hesitating when their brush met the canvas, or flinching when they put their brush in the wrong color.

'im too hard on myself' you thought, and you knew. You knew that you could paint, and very well, you knew that art block shouldnt be an issue. Yet it was. It was so painful to stare at a blank canvas, and wonder why you couldnt lift your hand, nor bite the bullet and put the first stroke of paint on it.

You knew it was as simple as just doing it, yet it felt as though your hand was nailed down to the table.

You stared out the window, waiting, hoping- that maybe something would just happen. Of course, with the gloomy weather nothing mildly interesting would happen outside. Glancing around the room once more, you saw the teacher had been talking to someone outside the classroom. The teacher took up most of the door space, so who ever was talking to him was hidden.

You didnt bother to lookat them for much longer as you swirled the brush in your cup of water.

Usually by now, the water would be a dirty color, but it was still clear as crystals. Distracted by your empty thoughts, you hardly noticed someone sit by the canvas next to you. Taking a quick peek, you saw a girl with black hair.

You slowly turned back to your canvas and realization hit you when you had to take a double take to the girl next to you. Gawking at her beauty, you couldn't help but begin to pour a series of blues and pinks onto your once colorless pallet. You did a quick sketch onto your canvas, and began to smear a spate of colors, taking peeks of the girl next to you every so often.

Your painting had began to come together, the mixture of light pink tones for her skin, lips and blush, and the glossy blues for her hair and eyes. To finish, you added a beauty mark to the bottom of her lips. You stared at your piece with compassion and pride, and also a small dose of gratitude. You couldnt be more grateful for the mysterious girl to come into the room at the perfect time, and almost instantly cure you of your art block.
Your attention was taken away from your work as a pair of fingers tapped your shoulder. You head shot to the direction of the girl and you let a smile tug at your lips.

¨You're a very good artist...?¨ Her sentence faded at the end indicating she was asking for your name.

¨Y/n..?¨

¨Kiyoko.¨

¨Ah, thats a very pretty name.¨ You took a glace at your painting and suddenly put up your arms.

¨I hope you arent weirded out by me painting you-- its just i was in an art block and well i saw you and, and i just magically felt like painting again! Im sorry I should have asked you!¨