The brunette was lost in a haze as he entered the door. The alcohol already swirling in the air burning his nostrils. The artist stood sneering in the doorway, "Took you long enough you piece of shit."
The worlds hit Colby like a bullet but no outsider would be able to tell. Stoic faced, a smooth blank canvas, that is what the brunette pretended to be. He hid his emotion so well, except for his eyes. His eyes always seemed to give him away. Was that what drew the blonde boy to him? Colby wasn't sure.
Colby didn't even register the first hit, not until his cheek started to throb in pain. A new paint splotch. His mind whirled with pain and blonde hair, for the first time his thoughts were lost. The normal words of comfort, pretending that the bruises he earned were painted. In its place, he saw himself becoming real art on a certain blonde haired boy's sketchbook page.
What a strange thing to think of when his original creator was fixing him up at this time.
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Paint *Solby*
FanfictionA broken boy who pictures himself as a canvas A struggling artist who has lost inspiration Trigger Warning, intense scenes with description of abuse and violence. Read at your own risk.
