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munninTitle: Dreams and drawings
Author: Munnin
Verse: Band!AU
Rating: PG
Characters: Steph and Damian
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: band!board meme – master list here.
Summary: Steph is in a drawing mood and needs Damian to stay still. Inspired by this beautiful piece of art.
Damian glanced up from his comic to find Steph staring at him across the loungeroom, her sketchbook open in her lap. Her eyes met his for a moment and D found himself colouring.
He cleared his throat, starting to say something but she waved him into silence. “Shut up and stay still.” She muttered with a smile, her hand moving over her page. “I’m almost finished.”
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He hated how easily her attention could make him blush. He could feel her eyes burning into the side of his face, his cheeks flushed with the attention.
“I had this dream last night,” she said quietly, holding the pencil between her teeth for a moment as she smudged the sketch. “You and Bruce in the snow.” She pulled a paintbrush from the pen roll at her feet and dipped it in her water, dragging it over the edge of her page. “There was temple in the background, or a dojo maybe which,” she gave a frustrated little growl, “I can’t do justice to. Everything was shades of white and grey...” she looked up at him with a soft smile. “Everything but your eyes.”
She blew the surface dry and turned the sketch to show him. He and Bruce were swathed in fur, cloaks covering all but their faces. Damian could almost feel the ice that whipped at their hair. Bruce looked heroic, his eyes drawn off into the distance as he sheltered Damian from the wind.
“It’s beautiful Steph.” He sighed, his fingers mere millimetres from brushing the surface. In the drawing his father held him, protecting him from the cold. It made his heart ache for the man he had known only too briefly. “I...”
“Take it.” Steph whispered, carefully tearing it from her book. “I want you to have it.”
He pulled back, mildly alarmed. “I can’t.” He rocked on his heels. “It was your dream.”
She pushed it into his hands. “But it’s for you.” She leant forward, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I miss him too Little D.”
He leant back on the couch, the sketch open across his knee as Steph skipped out of the room in search of something else to draw. The only colour in the drawing was their eyes, the same storm blue against a field of grey. Very, very careful Damian carried the picture back to his room and sat it beside his bed. Perhaps if he looked at it before he slept, he’d be able to dream of Bruce too.
Author: Munnin
Verse: Band!AU
Rating: PG
Characters: Steph and Damian
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: band!board meme – master list here.
Summary: Steph is in a drawing mood and needs Damian to stay still. Inspired by this beautiful piece of art.
Damian glanced up from his comic to find Steph staring at him across the loungeroom, her sketchbook open in her lap. Her eyes met his for a moment and D found himself colouring.
He cleared his throat, starting to say something but she waved him into silence. “Shut up and stay still.” She muttered with a smile, her hand moving over her page. “I’m almost finished.”
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He hated how easily her attention could make him blush. He could feel her eyes burning into the side of his face, his cheeks flushed with the attention.
“I had this dream last night,” she said quietly, holding the pencil between her teeth for a moment as she smudged the sketch. “You and Bruce in the snow.” She pulled a paintbrush from the pen roll at her feet and dipped it in her water, dragging it over the edge of her page. “There was temple in the background, or a dojo maybe which,” she gave a frustrated little growl, “I can’t do justice to. Everything was shades of white and grey...” she looked up at him with a soft smile. “Everything but your eyes.”
She blew the surface dry and turned the sketch to show him. He and Bruce were swathed in fur, cloaks covering all but their faces. Damian could almost feel the ice that whipped at their hair. Bruce looked heroic, his eyes drawn off into the distance as he sheltered Damian from the wind.
“It’s beautiful Steph.” He sighed, his fingers mere millimetres from brushing the surface. In the drawing his father held him, protecting him from the cold. It made his heart ache for the man he had known only too briefly. “I...”
“Take it.” Steph whispered, carefully tearing it from her book. “I want you to have it.”
He pulled back, mildly alarmed. “I can’t.” He rocked on his heels. “It was your dream.”
She pushed it into his hands. “But it’s for you.” She leant forward, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I miss him too Little D.”
He leant back on the couch, the sketch open across his knee as Steph skipped out of the room in search of something else to draw. The only colour in the drawing was their eyes, the same storm blue against a field of grey. Very, very careful Damian carried the picture back to his room and sat it beside his bed. Perhaps if he looked at it before he slept, he’d be able to dream of Bruce too.