Mine…GW is mine

No it isn’t

Wahhh….

Prologue

Duo slid out his tray of dried tints and horsehair brushes. He stoked the bristles of his favorite brush. A white haired mare had contributed to the making of the brush. His hands moved around until they found his cheapest brush; it was only worth a labor man’s one-day pay

The next few minutes were spent mixing the tints with a bluebird’s egg yoke. Soon the colours begged to be used on the canvas in front of him. But he couldn’t; he had not a model yet. Hilda was let. She said she would bring him a beauty as an apology for being let with the last model, making all Duo’s paints dry out.

The knob on the door turned and the door swung open. Hilda swished in and winked at Duo.

“Come in, boy. The artist waits for you.” she said.

First a leather clad leg, then, after a few hesitant seconds, the rest of the body. Hilda didn’t lie. Long, loose, dark hair framed the perfect face. Timid blue eyes stared out from the face. White teeth squeezed a nervous lip. The skin had not a blemish to be seen anywhere. A tight, red shirt accented the muscles and the black leather pants hid nothing but the most private.

“You owe me big,” Hilda said as she pushed the boy all the way in and closed the door behind her.

“Sit down, beautiful.” Duo said. The boy blushed and hurried to the waiting stole in front of the canvas.

Duo picked up his brush and painted his first stroke. Another went down, then another. The work of painting the lovely creature before him swallowed him.

Slowly, the boy appeared on the canvas as what he was, an angel trapped on earth. Black wings sprouted on the painted boy’s back. A white glow surrounded him. And he was an angel trapped in canvas.

To Duo, the work finished itself to fast. The angel in life would want to go when he was finished. At the last stroke, Duo knew what he needed to do to get the magical creature to come back.

Dou laid down the white-hair bristled brush and wiped his hands on the brown smock he wore. He took the smoke off slowly and sensually. He wore a violet shirt and lose, black paints.

Duo glided over to the model. The boy widened his eyes and opened his mouth. If he was going to talk, none will know. Duo used the opportunity to lean down and capture the lips. He didn’t intrude into the mouth, but he did make his wants clear.

After a minute, Dou stopped. He left the boy staring dumbstruck on the stool and called over his shoulder, “Coming tomorrow?”

“Yes,” said the boy.

“Good.” Duo smirked as put away the tools and heard the boy leave.

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