꒰♡꒱ ⸝⸝ under monet's brush
ft. kyle rayner + artist!reader ; kyle doesn't chase after praise, but when you're the only one to seriously criticize his work, he finds himself in an endless cycle of trying to understand what is truly beautiful in your eyes and why you dislike his art so much
content. one side pining, mentor/student relationship?? reader is more experienced in the artistic field than kyle, slow burnish, kyle is delulu, suggestive (things escalated very fast), dacryphilia WHO SAID THAT??
bunny thoughts. guys... can you believe i wrote almost 700 words for this and then rewrote everything 💔
Kyle was exhausted; his fingers still colored in a wide variety of colors, shirt spattered with paint and sporting a glaring, damp watercolor blotch — a hideous mix of a faded red and dirty brush water. He squirms in front of the empty easel; the canvas that once filled it was now nothing but a disastrous sketch, forgotten in the corner of the room along with the others; discarded, imperfect.
God, he was on the verge of a breakdown, muscles twitching under his skin only from remembering your acidic words, corroding any pride he once had for his art — the pillar of his talent, the burning passion that made him an hopeless romantic.
