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Life in Noyvi Zem was perfect. It was peaceful, it was simple, and it was bliss. Jesper thought he’d hate it. Hate the feeling of not having the gamble of Barrel life. But he soon realized a life with Wylan in the quiet countryside was better than any gambling table.
Jesper woke to the feeling of sun on his face, sometimes that very rarely happened in the usual gloomy weather of Ketterdam. He expected to reach to his right and find Wylan still sleeping, but was only met with a cold mattress.
It wasn’t necessarily rare for Wylan to wake up before Jesper did, but it still made him sit up curiously. Looking out their bedroom window to their small garden he saw he wasn’t out there, and then checked their kitchen to still not find him.
He figures the only other place he’d be is his art room. Jesper honestly should’ve checked there first. Whether it’s practicing his flute or painting, Wylan is always there for the majority of the day.
Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door to his arm room Wylan was seen standing in the middle of it. And Saints did he look beautiful.
Hair an untameable mess, natural light coming in from the large windows next to him casting warm light on his skin. It made his normally dark eyes glow with a lighter green that made Jesper want to get lost in them forever. He’s hunched while standing with a paintbrush in his mouth. Wylan looks up at him when he hears him walk in, and the sight makes me want to laugh.
Wylan is covered nearly head to toe in paint. It was mainly shades of blue, streaks on parts of his cheeks and nose, even some in his hair. His pants also have streaks, more yellow that swirl together. He looks like a painting himself.
“Hey baby.” His eyes are so bright and his smile is wide, there even being a tiny bit of paint on his top lip.
Jespers out a small laugh, “Hello darling. Having fun?”
“Yeah why?”
“Well you’ve got a little paint.. everywhere.” He gestured vaguely to him.
Wylan furrows his eyebrows, “I do?” He looks down at himself and blushes pink, “Oh! I guess I do.”
Jesper shakes his head with a smile and walks over to him, “Whatcha paintin’?” He moves over and wraps his arms around Wylan’s waist, placing his chin on his shoulder.
“Just outside. It looked so beautiful with the sunrise I thought I’d capture it.” He hums, leaning a bit into Jesper’s hold and going back to painting.
He was right, it was really pretty outside. There was a small pond and a wide expanse of land outside of the window that was similarly bathed in the warm light of the rising sun. When he looked back at the painting, Wylan seemed to capture it perfectly. How Wylan managed to take a scene and so clearly transfer it to a canvas was beyond Jesper.
“How did you manage to paint yourself and the canvas?” Jesper questioned.
Wylan giggled, “I guess I just got so into it I forgot. It helps weirdly.”
Jesper raised an eyebrow, “Bathing yourself in paint helps?”
“And why are you judging my painting habits?”
“Not judging, just observing.”
Wylan turns around and squints his eyes at him with a mischievous look in his eyes, “Well I’m observing that you have some paint on you too.”
Jesper straightened up, looking at him confusingly, “Where?”
He watches as his boyfriend raises his paint brush and swipes it over his nosebridge, “Right there.”
“Oh you want to play like that now?” Jesper asks and Wylan is laughing, and it almost makes him forget to get him back. The laugh is so carefree and light he could get drunk on it. Getting back to the task at hand, he grabs one of the other paintbrushes and dips it in the green paint, striking it across Wylan’s chest.
Wylan gasped, “How dare you!”
Jesper winked, “You’ve started a war, darling.”
“Fine, let’s play that game.” Wylan said as he dipped the paintbrush in the orange paint, using his fingers to flick it across Jesper’s whole front.
It’s a blur of color and laughter after that. Simple paintbrush strokes turned into fully dipping their hands in the paint and smearing it across each other.
Wylan, trying to get away, gets closer to the wall and Jesper crowds him against it. Suddenly their little game was forgotten and it was just their lips against each other. Saints Jesper would never tire of kissing Wylan. It was heavenly every single time. Even though he could taste the bitter paint on their lips, he couldn’t care.
They pull back, and are able to get a good look at each other. Wylan has more green on him now than blue. There’s blue in his hair that looks more like hair dye than anything else, and his previously white shirt was now majority painted. And if Jesper looked close enough, he could’ve sworn he could see paint on Wylan’s eyelashes.
Jesper was no better, a Wylan shaped handprint on his neck in orange paint. Nearly his entire face was covered with smears of grey toned blue, and his arms covered in yellow. There’s green on his sides from where Wylan attempted to tickle him along with trying to cover him in paint.
Wylan looked up at him with those wide eyes, “We’re a mess Jes, there’s probably paint in places I can’t even reach.”
“I could help with that,” Jesper said while leaning back into Wylan’ space. He's so close he could practically feel the heat radiating off of his boyfriend’s face as he blushed.
Wylan hummed, “I think I can allow that.”
It was hard to tell who kissed who first but they were kissing again. They didn’t care that the room and themselves were now a mess and Wylan’s painting was still unfinished. They were perfectly content with where they were now. Content in their kissing, content with their life, and content with each other.