SOTUS : MY MUSE

THE ENDING Part 8

The voice had said "Paint it"

Now, Kongpob wondering what he supposed to portrayed or paint.

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An ending.

That's what he had thought right before he heard that silent command. Yes. Kongpob wanted it all to end. It's that the secret, then. He would paint an ending to it all – his ending. How this all plays out, starting with Arhit dying, and then...well, however Kongpob thought to do himself in. He hadn't really given it any thought.

Kongpob returned to his easel. He tossed the ruined canvas aside and replaced it with a longer one, one with enough room to paint a multiple panel work. He collected up his pallet, not even worrying about the mess of paint on the floor, satisfied enough with the state of the acrylics that were left. He picked up a brush, not particularly concerned with whether it was camel hair or synthetic, medium tip or broad, and held it poised over the swirling sea of tacky paint. He had to choose the color that would tie in the overall theme, which he figured would be relatively easy.

He was painting a triptych of his own death. He would start with black or red.

But when he tried to dip the brush into one of those two colors, he found the brush called somewhere else. He gritted his teeth and tried again with the same frustrating result. He moved to swirl the dry bristles into the red, but the brush was pulled to the blue. "Fine, P'. Blue then, damn, even as a ghost you love to order me around" he growled, pulling up a huge dollop of Ultramarine Blue and hurled it at the canvas, letting the paint drop carelessly with an obscene sounding sploitch, watching as the hulking mass crawled down the canvas.

"Well, just how are old are you, my beloved husband, that's so immature," Kongpob said sternly toward his husband as he watch Kongpob put the finishing touches on his latest painting. "I don't think I want any people to see that painting when they come to our house, baby"

"I don't care, P'. It makes me feel better" Kongpob returned not bothering to look at his husband standing by his side. "Besides, I wasn't plan to hang this painting on our wall"

"Yes, I know. But seriously Kongpob, a painting of us barbecuing the neighbor's dog?" Arthit asked, tilting his head to the side to take in the vivid imagery of a smug Kongpob dressed in a toque and a gingham apron, tongs raised triumphantly, and in its metal grip, the charred leg of Terry and Sylvia their neighbor's Alaskan Malamute.

"You know, I would think you would have more sympathy toward me. The dogs bite me." Kongpob griped, indicating his bandaged hand.

"Kong, they are dogs. Beside, you bite him back" Arthit glared at his husband "I think that makes you even. You should forgive them"

"Well, I don't" Kongpob moaned quietly.

Arthit walked closer to the painting, appreciating quietly all the detail Kongpob had put in. Kongpob watched his husband's eyes as they traveled over the artwork, his lip pinched between his teeth, his brow furrowed in concentration. Arthit turned his head suddenly after realizing that he being caught admiring his husband's handiwork. Owing to love, knowledge, and familiarity, added with a dash of the fact that after so many years of sharing the same heart and the same mind they often thought alike, both men moved in at the exact same time for the kiss that seemed to linger in the air waiting for them to experience it. Arthit ducked his head and caught a glimpse of Kongpob's bandaged hand, a spot of red blossoming on the wrapping.

"Oh, Kong" he cooed, holding Kongpob's hand in his and starting to undo the gauze. Arthit tutted disapprovingly. "Why you don't want me to take you to the hospital? It'll be a lot more easier for you to recover"

"And lose the chance to make you my nurse??" Kongpob asked, putting down his pallet and wrapping an arm around Arthit's waist, pulling him close. "Being injured and being stupid are two different thing, baby" Kongpob wiggled his eyebrows suggestively while his 'sun' pulled a face of mock horror.

"Come on, P'" Kongpob whispered to Arthit's ear "I think I need to undress so you can take my vitals." Arthit laughed as he comply his husband's demand, chuckling when his husband released him to undo the buttons of his shirt one-handed.

"You know, Kong" Arthit chuckled against Kongpob's lip "it really is an excellent painting."

"You know," Arthit chuckled against Kongpob's lips, "it really is an excellent painting even though it such gruesome idea."

A/N: Double update for you, but don't get used to it. I'll be super busy for the next couple of days, and this double update was to making up with all my readers. I have some sort of presentation that I need to prepare, it might required several days to practice my vocabulary. 

Basically I'm dropping the bomb by saying, I'll be on hiatus for several days. Maybe... If I'm update a new chapter, it may be a short chapters. 

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