Silver & Gold (Scomiche)

Bonding

“It smells very strong.”

Scott laughed a bit as he led Mitch into his studio. “It’s paint thinner, sorry about that.” He stood back as Mitch had headed off towards one of the drying racks.

“You did this?” 

“Mmhmm. Care to explain? Because I would love to know just how the hell I suddenly gained the ability to paint.”

“I...” He tried to think, but he was just so distracted. These paintings…  they were all so sad. Even something as ambiguous as a landscape had the feeling of loneliness, emptiness. But these were no ordinary scenes and it took him a few to realize that these were images of his own world. This was his home in stunning detail. “How did you do this? How did you ... This is Illyria.”

Scott shook his head. “I don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me.” He motioned him towards another rack and the fae froze as he came to the same painting that Kirstie had commented on days before. 

“This is me.” 

“Do you understand now? You left me, you blocked my memories of you but I still knew, I still felt you. I lived with a loss I couldn’t explain for years, Mitch. But you…   you are a part of me. Don’t you see that?”

“I do not understand. I do not know how you were able to do this.”

“I dreamt it. I dreamed of you practically every night.  I have sketchbooks full of your face… your eyes... “ He reached out to slide his thumb over that rosy bottom lip that drove him absolutely crazy… “..your lips.”

Mitch smiled and lifted to his toes in order to bring their mouths together, letting himself enjoy what was offered to him while he still could.

Scott grinned, giving him one last peck before pulling away.  “This could be us, y’know. We could be this way all the time…   happy, together… in love.” 

Mitch’s eyes turned sad again. 

“I know it would be hard, and I don’t want you to have to leave your world, but we could figure it out. Maybe I could stay there with you... find a place in the woods where we could just… be and not worry about your father. I don’t think I can live without you again. I could visit my parents through the veil from time to time.”

Mitch turned his head away. It was too complicated, too difficult. He wasn’t sure what he wanted. His eyes spotted a blank canvas sitting there already on an easel. He walked close and reached out to touch it.

“Go ahead.” Scott motioned towards the multitude of brushes and paints, palettes and tools on one of the nearby islands. 

He looked at him with wide, golden eyes, not exactly sure what he should be doing.

Scott understood and moved forward to lay out a few colors onto a large palette. He was just about to reach for a brush, but Mitch’s hand was quicker.

The fae slowly slid a green arch across the front of the canvas before sliding it backwards again. His hand moved in a slow swirl of color as he wiped clean and alternated colors.

Scott slid his arms around him from behind, watching silently as he worked. He kissed at the back of his neck…lips moving around to the side. He had no idea what was happening there, the colors overlapping, a steady hand keeping them from becoming muddy. He felt Mitch lean back into him, and he nipped at the back of his ear.

As Mitch’s hand went towards the canvas again the fae let it hang there in mid air. 

Scott waited a moment, and after a bit more hesitation he slid his hand down and over the other’s. He buried his face in that elegant neck again, as he led their hands back to the canvas and together they created a shining silver stripe across the middle. He felt him pressing back into him, a whispered sound as teeth scraped against his skin. The brush moved, led alternately by each of them, but it didn’t really matter what was happening there on the now colorful canvas.