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Piotr is ensconced on a rock outside Milliways, with a large sketchpad in his lap and a pencil case sitting on his empty bag.

He's working with charcoal at the moment, and from memory. The image slowly taking shape is that of a woman, with long pale hair in a braid and a lopsided half-sad smile.

Date: 2008-07-28 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
It looks like this was rendered with the same care and attention to detail as the first. Weird white eyes and shorn hair; an impossibly bright smile. Maya's heart twists queerly.

"Am I going to keep stumbling across these, Piotr?" she finally asks, lifting her face to look him in the eye, and from the upturned corners of her mouth and the faint flush in her cheeks -- she likes it.

Date: 2008-07-28 07:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
She seems to consider this for a moment -- and then she shakes her head, just a little; not enough that she takes her eyes off of him.

"No," she says. "I don't."

Date: 2008-07-28 07:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
Her mouth crooks in response, a small smile in kind; it can't not.



She realizes, belatedly, that she hasn't said anything in quite a few seconds; her eyes hurriedly lower to the sketchpage. "It's--" She traces a daffodil with a slender finger. "They're really very flattering."

Date: 2008-07-28 07:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
"You," says Maya to the sketchpad, "are a perfectionist, Piotr Nikolaievitch."

(When she smiles, it's at him, not the paper.)

Date: 2008-07-28 07:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
Her smile strengthens again; solidifies.

She makes as if to lift the next page, and looks up at him. "Do you mind...?"

Date: 2008-07-28 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
Maya flips through slowly, devoting an equal amount of time and attention to each page. Her fingers are on the edges, careful not to touch the artwork, to avoid smudging delicate lines in pencil and charcoal. There are pages of trees and vines, a tea kettle, the Milliways lake spread out in front of the mountains; there are forests and countryside and farms that she doesn't recognize. Pages of hands and disembodied eyes staring out at the viewer.

Where Piotr's talent truly lies, Maya thinks, is in capturing faces. A man frowning with a glint of surly humor in his eyes (Logan, Maya recognizes, and her smile is swift and sudden); a white-haired woman staring regally out of the page (the white eyes catch Maya's attention; this must be Storm, she thinks, and she lingers over it). There is a page of half-colored blonde girls, each abandoned before completion, and in the largest drawing, Maya sees a smile that she thinks looks like Piotr's at its brightest.

There are groups of men and women in spandex, and in ordinary clothes; her eye is drawn to the grinning woman with a small dragon wrapped around her neck, and she smiles again, softer this time. On another page, Laura, caught mid-kick, her hair fanned out behind her.

There are dozens of them, some thumbnail sketches, some looking fleshed out, like they could step off the page if they so chose.

"How long have you been drawing in this book?" she asks, finally. ('My God' goes unspoken but heavily implied.) She turns the next page.

Date: 2008-07-29 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
"Very prolific," Maya says, grinning up at him, and she closes the lid on the final page and offers the pad to him.

Date: 2008-07-29 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
"I think you're pretty good already, мой друг." She shakes her head lightly at him, shifting her legs under the warmth of the sun. Boots scrape rock.

Date: 2008-07-29 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
Her smile warms under his. "Always, Piotr Nikolaievitch?" she teases. "There's no such thing as 'this is good enough'?"

(There is an old adage about a pot and a black kettle; Maya would like it, if she knew it.)

Date: 2008-07-29 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
The trying-not-to-laugh twist of her mouth says that she has taken his point, though is determined not to admit it.

"I don't know," she says, smile turning a touch softer. Her eyes flick down then back up to him, so fast that if it weren't for the telltale swift move of her eyelashes, it would be impossible to notice. "I don't see too much room for improvement here."

Date: 2008-07-29 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
"Me neither," she says, and while her eyes can't be as expressive as they once were -- they're locked on Piotr; that's for certain.

The plus -- or minus -- side of lacking pupils: it is exceedingly difficult to tell when her eyes slip to his smile, then hurriedly back up again.

"Not bad, for two incurable perfectionists."

Date: 2008-07-29 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
"I think we're doing just fine."

She shifts, too, in several nimble movements that leave her sitting cross-legged with her hands in her lap.

If her knee bumps his in the process, it isn't on purpose -- but she isn't in a rush to move it once settled, either.

Date: 2008-07-29 01:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joiningyousoon.livejournal.com
Piotr Rasputin is a gentleman. If he were any more of one, Maya would kill him.

The time for patience and the slow, cautious dance is passing, she thinks, watching the sunlight play across his face; feeling that solid, warm point of contact between them. Maybe it's time to go for broke; to take a risk.

She takes a deep breath and says, "Piotr--" but the problem is, she hasn't thought beyond that. Her sense of conviction isn't much help.

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