"NOTHING COULD EVER RUIN YOUR PRETTY FACE."
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 | in which Ethan realised he might have a crush on the son of his karate sensei, but Anthony knew he liked that boy from the beginning.
cobra kai season 6
non canon compliant
anthony l...
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ARTIST HOUR ━━
AFTER A SMALL TALK ABOUT HOW THEY WERE GOING TO DO THE assignment, Anthony had let Ethan go paint with his sister for a while which she had insisted on. Ethan was spending the night so they could work on their project so Sam thought it was a nice idea for him to finally do the painting session they had been talking about for literal weeks. Ethan had grown closer to Sam over the past few weeks, she was gentle towards him when he felt overwhelmed and she somehow always knew how to read him.
Ethan had messy hands, clearly he was everything but afraid of getting his hands dirty as he was painting. He hummed gently as he took a bit of paint on his brush and very precisely coated the canvas again. Sam looked up, she had merely been painting a lake, something simple so she didn't need to use or waste too much paint. Then she looked at Ethan and almost dropped her pallet, his mother had definitely not been complimenting him because he was her son, he was incredibly talented.
"Oh wow.. Ethan, what does that symbolise?" She gently spoke, her eyes still wide in astonishment as she took in the absolute beauty of the painting placed next to hers. Ethan perked up, thrown out of the concentration causing him to almost drop his brush. He shuddered for just a second before he calmed himself and looked at Sam shocked.
Nobody ever questioned what he tried to say with his art, what the emotions poured into the drying paint meant. His gaze softened as he looked at the curious girl, he felt proud that he was able to impress a girl a few years older than him. "It's.. It's supposed to showcase the loss of someone, and how they'll always be apart of you." He explained, Ethan couldn't help it as he turned red again. His cheeks coated in a gentle rouge as he looked everywhere but her eyes.
The painting itself was of two different arms, their fingers close but not enough to actually be able to hold each other. Because even if they are with you spiritually, physically they will never be with you again. After their loss a person will forever cling onto the last touch they had with that being, wishing that just once more they could hold them tightly with their arms brushing past each other.
But you can't.
The person will forever linger in the sky, in the air, patiently waiting for your time to come so they can hold you again. To be able to love is to be able to accept, if you love someone you will reluctantly accept their passing when time comes. It will sting, your heart will ache yet you can't place a finger on where it stings because everything hurts. To lose a person close to you will never be easy, but acceptance will come eventually. Letting the person peacefully rest as their touch lingers in the air, brushing past yours but not able to touch yet.
They will have to accept that, eventually. Grieving is a strange feeling, it's an emotion you only get after spending so many years without it. You don't know how to cope with it whilst it drains the energy out of you, a natural reaction yet no natural represent. Having to know that you lost a love one is excruciating, it takes a small part of you with them. The memories will always stay, the photos, everything stays except them. It slowly fades as you eventually have to accept that they will never return to your life, the person you once knew will slowly fade.
Because they also faded, they are gone.
Sam seemingly got too caught up with herself and blinked away a few subtle tears she hadn't known haf welled up in her eyes. "It's really beautiful." She whispered in a gentle tone. Suddenly she swore she was thrown back into the life of her younger self, delightfully being a little silly child with Mr. Miyagi. Sam did hope ghosts existed, so he could watch how good her father had taught her Miyagi-Do.
Ethan noticed the tears, if he had blinked at the same moment he was sure he would have missed it. He frowned, he didn't need to think why this affected Sam. It was clear she had lost someone important and this was just raising old memories she had locked away back, memories you force yourself to forget to try and get over them. "If.. If you want to, you can keep it." He gently spoke, Sam her eyes widened immediately and she quickly shook her head.
"No! No, God no. This is your art, you should keep it." Sam denied rather quickly, Ethan just sent her a soft smile and laughed. "No, honestly, don't worry. I don't need this painting specifically, it clearly means something to you so you can keep it." He excused kindly, he liked the idea of being able to help someone or comfort someone with his art. That was the purpose of art, being able find meaning in it, being able to find comfort in art. It was one of the many reasons why he adored art, for everyone it was different, just like how everyone experiences this day differently. The contrast goes from person to person in a never ending cycle of the human mind as they find a way to express their emotions into art.
Sam her gaze softened and she sent him a nod. Later that night she let the painting dry. She showed it to her father the next day, and if she hadn't been there she was sure he would have burst out crying.
