✗° he was blue °✗

Shooting up at the sight of her turning, god the flash, the fucking flash! His mind was a mess of screams and cries directed towards no one else but himself, in a hurry he puts his camera in his lap and just helplessly looks around. “I’m sorry!” He throws his hands up above his head. “No, it’s just - just your back, I thought it looked very beautiful and I have the urge to capture everything with my camera.” He takes the heavy object into his hands and pushes it towards her. “You can delete it, no worries, take a look and see what I captured. I’m definitely not a stalker, a little weird yes but not a stalker.”

aziz could pray for the grass to just eat him whole and never spit him out, her anger could be radiated from ten cities away. his eyes went wide, hands clutching the camera in his hand like he held onto his own life. when she yelled at him his expression twisted more into one of confusion, following? as she got closer he recognized the blonde, a small smile growing on his lips as she recognized him too. “i almost shit myself, thank you. but yes, aziz. you’re ro-.. romy, right? forgive me if i’m wrong, names aren’t really my fortune.” 

aziz turned his head to look around the park again, closing his eyes at the feeling of the wind gently waving by. he sighed contently before turning his face back to the girl, eyes open again. “yes, actually! i do a lot of photography but my biggest works are mostly my paintings.” he says, returning the smile, he was more passionate about his art than anything else. “just be patient, that’s the best advice i can give you.” he gives a small nod and shuffles a little in his seat while he watches her just be human. he wasn’t quickly weirded out, seeing he had almost seen shit fly in all his life until now. “it makes you an original piece, it’s beautiful.” he half compliments her, feeling the urge just to touch her hair and inspect it up close. he kept himself from doing that and focused on her movement instead. he watched the cigarette burn out and be pushed into a small crumpled piece of paper. “live models, huh?” he says in a bit of a surprise, it had been a while since he had painted someone live in front of him, probably since the last time he had to do it in art class. “maybe i should look into that again too.”

his voice wasn't loud but the love and passion put into his words made it stronger, just the way his face would light up when thinking about art was now portrayed in his speach also. aziz was never one to turn down a bit of banter or small talk, it might not build a relationship but it's distracting and he could almost sense she needed a little of that. he watched her scroll to not only her own but a few other pictures that he had made in the past few days that hadn't gone to his hard drive yet. he took the camera from her with a friendly smile, laying it down in his lap and looking back at her to continue a conversation. " thank you, i mostly just use them to be an inspiration for my painting. " he says in all honesty, he gazed at her unusual beauty, hoping he didn't seem creepy. " you just have to pick the right people, dear. " his smile never faded, it was soft and mostly just a quiet way of showing he meant no harm. " i wouldn't specify you under junkies, but your blue hair is defenitly not what you usually see. " he chuckles. " i think i'm going to let them stay on my hard drive for a few days and eventually come up with a great painting. is that okay with you? "

he lowers his camera, first checks the picture and then realizes what or rather whom he captured in a frame. his heart rate picks up, he can feel his blood run cold more from guilt than anger and if any anger only directed towards himself, he left the tall man on the opposite of him all by himself after all. old memories wash over him, memories where there were three of them but also memories where there were only two of them, left, because life just wasn’t always fair. he tries to swallow the lump that had form in his throat, he feels heavy, like there’s a massive pressure on every inch of his body. it makes him slightly dizzy, but he soon comes back to the harsh reality when he hears the other’s voice, one that used to cheer him up, make him smile on instant but now it only makes him want to cry. the two words that first fell from his lips made him slightly anxious cause there were so many possibilities to end the sentence with, but when aiakos finally finishes he can only look up at him with a pained expression. such a simple question, normally answered in mere seconds with ease but now he can’t get himself to even let one word slip past his lips, like the pressure is on them too. he clears his throat, he tells himself to man up and stop being the wuss he was right now. “just a couple of minutes.” he whispers, and if it had been told any softer the words would’ve probably drifted away with the wind without reaching the green eyed boy that was just a few steps away.

his brown hues trace every movement she makes, his fingertips tingling to sketch just an inch of it, he sighs deeply in frustration knowing he can’t, atleast not yet. he kind of shoots up a little from his slouched position when she practically drops herself next to him, he shakes his head at the cigarette. “ oh. “ he says in slight surprise when she asks to see instead of attacking him, he didn’t  really feel anything negative coming from her so he could have guessed. he passes her the camera and listens to her voice, thickly laced with an accent that sounded like music. “ well, “ he says with a chuckle. “ i was a little astounded by your appearance, not to sound extra weird but - “ he swings his finger in the air at loss for words. “ i love people more than bushes, it’s even better when nature and humans are combined in one picture which was actually what i went for. “ he rattles out, passion speaking loudly. “ you intrigue me, in a good way. “

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