 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Despite the fact he had been watching his husband paint for years, since long before they were husbands, art was one of those areas Dragomir had not ventured into much. That was not to say he never had, just that when he had tried, he'd been terrible at it. Just terrible. So, while Dragomir had long admired the kind of dance the artist (and specifically Oliver) did with his paints and his canvas - the constant moving in and out with the paintbrush - he'd accepted it wasn't for him. Perhaps because he needed much more movement.
This, though? This he could do, and wanted to, especially as it meant they'd be working at it as a family. He turned from the twins towards Oliver as he came back, and smiled. "Texture. Perfect." Dragomir joined Oliver, crouching down beside him, and looked blankly at the two greys. "Uh..." They looked exactly the same to him, or close enough that it didn't make much difference (this being another reason why he was not one of the painters in this family).
"Lena? Lyosha? What do you think?"
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Alexei sat cross-legged beside Elena. Unlike her, his paintbrush did have paint on it, only that paint wasn't yet going on anything they needed to paint. He was a little unhappy that they'd just been given solid colour to paint, and that he couldn't do something a little more interesting, like their parents. Maybe they would let him join them, though. Later.
For now, Alexei had taken to painting his hand using a pot of white and a smaller brush that he'd borrowed. The back of his hand, not the palm, because he didn't like touching wet or sticky things. Didn't even like picking up greasy food with his fingertips. On the back of his hand he was attempting to paint what his bones must look like on the inside, only he didn't know for sure, and was doing a lot of guessing based on how they moved and what it felt like. Focused as he was on this, Alexei didn't look up until he heard his name.
He'd not heard the question, but guessed that it was something to do with what colour they should use or start with. He regarded both paints carefully for a moment, then pointed to the one on the left. "That one," he said, then turned to Elena. "Can I paint your hand? I ran out." Actually, Alexei's right hand was still unpainted, but that was his painting hand. His left was too clumsy to simply switch over.
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