"Just a little longer, darling," Syd said as he giggled at the pouty expression you wore as you tried your best to stay still while he painted you in his garden.
"Syd," you said in a whiny voice which made him smile, "you said that hours ago."
He grinned as he gently dragged the brush along canvas before he stopped to glance at his watch, "It's only been forty-five minutes."
"Oh," you said, blushing while you giggled, "close enough, right?"
Syd rolled his eyes with a smile, "You're a mess."
"Then why are you painting me?" You laughed.
He glanced up at you with an almost shocked expression. He set down his paint brush and made his way towards you. He gently took your face in his hands to look you in the eyes. You furrowed your brow in confusion before he pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes as you melted in his gentle touch, never wanting him to stop and almost dying when he did.
"I'm painting you because you're the kind of mess that is beauty," he said softly as his eyes wandered yours, "no one else captures it like you do. You're natural, pure in a sense, but just human. There isn't another girl on the earth right for me, or this painting, that's why."
You shook your head as you stayed with his lovely green eyes, feeling lost yet found in them, "I love you, Roger Keith Barrett," you whispered.
That little smile of his crept up on his face before he looked back down to your lips and left a quick kiss on them.
"And I love you a whole lot more, (y/n)," he said before he pecked your nose and stood up, taking you by the hand to walk with him.
"What about the painting?" You asked, confused.
"Never mind the painting, it can wait. I don't want to make you sit still for this," he said as he lifted his hand and pointed to the sky, which was illuminated with orange and pink, "there's plenty more art you and I can see together out here anyhow."
You smiled as you watched him instead of the sky. He stood there gazing all around him with his mouth slightly agape, curious as always, taking in everything around him with great interest. His eyes slowly made there way to yours and softened immediately. He simply pulled you into his arms and placed a kiss to your head before looking back up to watch the rest of the sunset with you in his arms.
If I can, does a Roger Waters spam sound good for tomorrow? It is his birthday after all😏
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Pink Floyd Imagines
FanfictionJust like my Keith Moon book, there aren't enough imagines out there for Pink Floyd, so I'll be writing a lot here! So if you're looking for stories for Syd, Roger, David, Rick and Nick, you know where to find them! Requests are the best so don't b...
