Olikase Oneshots

rough sketches

  He tore yet another page from his book. Aggravated, he let out a sigh. The room was filled with torn pages, littering the floor, only illuminated with the flickering light of a candle. He was sitting at the desk, he forgot how quiet it was. In fact, the only noise came from a bird, gently chirping.

  He smiled a little, welcoming the sweet song. Just as it seemed to make him feel peaceful, the bird's song finished. He sighed, wondering why the bird would stop singing a song so pretty.

  His unspoken question was answered with a creak from the door opening. He looked up to see a small shadow in the doorframe. The boy walked towards him, picking up a crumpled piece of paper. "Don't make such a mess next time," A quiet voice scolded, "These are actually quite nice, you know." He added with a curt nod, averting his eyes from the boy at the desk back to the paper. He smiled and looked at the redhead, "Is that supposed to be me?" When he only received an awkward nod, he continued, "I love it. But I don't understand, why did you give up you art career for writing? You do love art, correct?"

  The redhead sighed again and looked at his lover, "I do," His small smile faded, replaced with a slight blush, "But I gave it all up for my new job, so I could support you, Oliver." It was now the blonde's turn to blush. "B-but... I can, I can support myself, too..." He was interrupted by the other, "I know, but how much will singing get you?" The Brit frowned upon these words, but allowed him to continue, "It's okay, I still have time to do what I love." The blonde wanted to retort, but no words came out of his mouth.

  "Sing for me, Ollie." He was shaken from his thoughts and nodded, "Any song." "Mm... Okay." He started to sing a song that his lover did not recognize. Clearly, he knew that it was a real song, but could not put his finger on which one.

  "... You looked me in the eye and I wanted to erase myself,

  "Erase myself..." He continued and the redhead felt a new motivation. Smiling, he picked up his pen. He did not even know what it would look like, other than the best thing he's ever drawn.

  He finished and looked back up, the song was slowly ending. "Just a little cliché, and that's okay." The blonde finished and looked up with a smile. His lover gave him a thanks and a smile. The Brit's smile was just dazzling. His redheaded lover gave him a kiss on the cheek, they, in turn, turned a light pink. "H-hey... I didn't even do anything..." He choked out between giggles. He looked over at the artwork on the table. It was just pencil, but he felt that he could see it come to life. It wasn't colored, but he could see so much happening. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but it was just a rough sketch.