The Picture of Dorian Gray (Basil/Dorian)

[daniela-lynx.livejournal.com]

Title: Saint Sebastian's Martyrdom
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Notanativespeaker-ness Subtle blasphemy.
Word count: 331

Prompt: July 1st, #48. Picture of Dorian Gray: Basil/Dorian - Worship / Angel
Summary: “Paints with a religious motif are difficult for me, Dorian”


A/N: I'm not sure I grasped the victorian languaje enough here, but I did my best. *sigh*

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The only form of worship Basil knew and loved was with a brush on his hand.

Smoothly, he slid the brushes with ochre and gold over the first layer of white. There was not a finer support, so soft in its firmness; there was no canvas in which he enjoyed his art better than the skin of Dorian. He had just discovered it, and felt like bursting with jubilation. Ah, if only he was not tarnishing an angel with the perversion it held behind...

“I feel curious about this new system of modelling, Basil my friend.” Dorian muttered, shivering when a thin brush, soaked in red, traced whip marks over his legs.

“Paints with a religious motif are difficult for me, Dorian” He said, lightly stroking his fingers over the shoulder of the boy, where the white of a wing had already dried. “I’m afraid I need more visual help with those.”

Dorian smothered a cry when the same brush played in the palm of his hands and then his side. It was unexplainable, the sudden heat he felt when Basil marked the zone where a loincloth was intended to appear in the final painting over the canvas.

“Stand up, Dorian. I think we can start already.”

The boy, naked and covered with a glory of colours, obeyed, while trying to cover the raised state of his flesh. Shame tinted his cheeks with an exquisite crimson Basil did not possess between his oils: a shade that was Dorian’s merit alone.

“What’s the name of this work?” He asked with a trembling voice, trying to convey some sense of normalcy.

“Saint Sebastian’s Martyrdom.” Answered Basil, brusque and reddening. Trying to not look, oh, trying so, summoning all the defective willpower a human has been gifted with.

He knew that working in the painting would calm him. Protected behind the easel, he would be able to stand the vision he had created himself, without falling to his knees.

Just... a few more seconds.


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Comments

[marmaladecat]

This was lovely, I really liked the flow of it. :)

[daniela-lynx.livejournal.com]

Thanks a lot! ^//^

[galerian-ash.livejournal.com]

Mmm, simply breathtaking. It's been a long time since I last read the book, but I still think you captured the tone and language of it perfectly.

I love the idea of Basil literally painting Dorian, and how you somehow managed to make it erotic in a very chaste manner. "Shame tinted his cheeks with an exquisite crimson Basil did not possess between his oils." and "Protected behind the easel, he would be able to stand the vision he had created himself, without falling to his knees." were my absolute favorite lines. Loved it!

[daniela-lynx.livejournal.com]

I feel really, really flattered! ^_^ See, my main languaje is spanish, and I still don't feel confident enough writing fics in english, and I couldn't get someone to beta this for me, so if you tell me the languaje and flow were good... It's great to hear, such a relief!

Thanks a lot!

[regicidaldwarf.livejournal.com]

So, um, this was one of my prompts. And I really don't think you need to worry about language, it flowed beautifully. The last line was particularly powerful, and I love the ideas of religion and corruption that you played with. Very nicely done!

[daniela-lynx.livejournal.com]

Hello! *waves a hand* So this was your prompt! I'll have to thank you for it, I had lots of fun writing it ^______^ And knowing my little fic managed to please you makes it all the better! *bows*