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New York I love You (But You're Bringing Me Down) - OTA
Honestly, he couldn't say why, but sometimes it wasn't the madness or the pain that drove Prometheus to travel. It was just a itch, a need he had to fulfil. Lately it had been clawing at him again, and though he'd done his best to put it off... New York was calling to him. He needed to go. He'd return to London, of course, he always did after all. Though to ensure he returned sooner rather than later this time, he'd hung a 'Help Wanted' sign in the window of his shop. With any luck he'd find someone to run it in his absence.
Soft music filled the shop, and as usual the titan was behind one of his canvases. Paint tinted the tips of his fingers and was splattered all over his jeans as he neared completion on his latest piece. He'd taken a sharp turn back into realism lately, and dark hues and clear lines presented an image of a ratty looking bookshop on a corner in New York.
(OTA! This is Prometheus' last post until he returns next year, so if you need a chat, now's the time. <3)
Soft music filled the shop, and as usual the titan was behind one of his canvases. Paint tinted the tips of his fingers and was splattered all over his jeans as he neared completion on his latest piece. He'd taken a sharp turn back into realism lately, and dark hues and clear lines presented an image of a ratty looking bookshop on a corner in New York.
(OTA! This is Prometheus' last post until he returns next year, so if you need a chat, now's the time. <3)
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"Do you really wish to join me for a while?" he asked. "I'd like that very much, Robin."
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"I was planning to leave tomorrow, but- I can wait, if you need more time?" the titan offered.
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"As you like," the titan beamed, obviously thrilled.
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He pulled him closer again. Kissed him again. Then murmured, "But I don't have to start getting things together until morning."
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Though he rarely painted himself, it was too hard to paint yourself when your self was always changing.
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