badfic_logs | Ugly does not exist - only varying degree's of beauty

Character Names: Leonardo Da Vinci, Lucy Saxon, and anyone else (eventually)
When: Tuesday evening of 'Writers block'
Location: In teh garden~
Summary: Leonardo asked Lucy to model for him, so they meet in the garden and he paints her~
Rating: U - this is Leo painting. I doubt the four horsemen will join in
Warnings: Koala's will pee on you if you hold them.

Leonardo had been anticipating this meeting with Lucy ever since they'd first parted ways. He found her to be a truly beautiful woman; a natural grace and elegance that he longed to capture in the only way he knew how. Through art. So, about 20 minutes before she was due to meet him, Leonardo had gone outside, chosen a tree for his model to sit under, and set up his easel and paints. The early evening sun was stunning against the pastel canvas of sky - a perfect setting for what he hoped would be a masterpiece. He hadn't painted seriously for months now, and now that the oppotunity had arisen, he was itching to get started

((OOC: If anyone wants to join in, talk to Leo while he's painting, or approach him after it's finished, that's totally cool - just specify the point where your character's appearing~♥)).

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"Hmm, I don't know." Lucy considered he question for a moment, then shrugged. "I suppose we could just take it in turn to ask each other questions? Get to know one another better?"

With a nod, he started working the first few details into the portrait. His hands worked quickly but with caution, sky blue eyes flicking periodically between subject and canvas.

"That sounds like an excellent plan. And as it happens, there has been something that's been on my mind. When we first met, you described standing on the edge of existence..what did you mean?"

Lucy sighed. "You won't believe me, you probably won't want to, but I suppose it makes an interesting story anyway," she smiled.

"My husband is a Time Lord, he can travel in space and time. He's a being from a different planet entirely.
After we were married he took me in a time machine to the end of the universe, over a trillion years into the future, on the brink of the end of everything.
I saw the very last survivors, what was left of the human race, and I watched them screaming and dying. Most fo the planets were gone, the stars had blinked out, and there was just this... darkness. It was so final..."

Lucy got a little lost in the story, recalling her memories, the horrors that she'd seen, and her words faded on her lips, her eyes staring into nothing.

Leonardo listened with interest and intrigue as he continued the portrait. However, the more she spoke, the slower his brush strokes got, until he was just looking at her. Wandering when she was going to smile, or tell him it really was only a story. It was a frightening prospect, and to to think she had seen all that already..

He looked apologetic when he next spoke.

"Mi dispiace signora..I did not mean to upset you.."

Lucy shook her head, coming back to her senses.
"Oh no, don't be silly. I'm fine. Just got a little lost in thought there, daydreaming, that's all."

Lucy would never be able to wipe those horrible images from her mind, forget the screams as she watched, powerless as people ran, burning. But being here, away from her husband and away from the Toclafane, the mutated remnants of all that was left of the future human race, away from all that Lucy could pretend things were alright, she could be normal and pretend the whole year had been a bad nightmare.

She forced herself to relax and gave Leonardo a big smile to show him she was alright.

He was sure it was far more than that, and that she was hiding how she really felt about what she was talking about. But, he could tell it was only going to make her uncomfortable. So, he mirrored her smile.

"Alright, I'm glad - but, just to be sure, I won't bring it up again"

Despite the small amount of time that had passed, he had already made quite a dent in the portrait; he had a good feeling about this one...

"Am I moving too much?"

Lucy wasn't quite sure if she was doing a good enough job, she was eager to please.

She was, however, glad she had picked such a comfortable position.

"So tell me, signore, are you married?"

"No no, you're doing just fine - just relax~"

Said with a chuckle to his tone, Leonardo couldn't help but turn his smile into a playfully-wicked smirk when she asked after his marital status.

"Aah, not yet Signora. I would love to be, one day though. Find that one person to be with forever. Il mio unico amore *My one love..But, I do not think it will happen"

He sighed, his expression tinged with a little sadness. He knew marriage would never be an option for him, especially not with the person he wanted. But that was fine. He had his art, his inventions...he could be happy, just as was.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're a very talented artist, a good listener, gentle, kind, and also both poetic and romantic - women would trip over one another in a fight for you, surely?" Lucy gave him a wry smile, but she meant every word. "You'll find the one, I'm sure, she's out there somewhere for you."

He looked to the side, albeit a little awkwardly, as a light blush filled his cheeks.

"You're very kind, Signora. As it happens, however, women do not serve as much of a distraction for me.."

In a way, he hoped she would understand what he was hinting at. He had never told anyone about his sexual preferences, although his name had been dragged through mud during his trial the previous year. Since then, he had been far too scared to even hint at it, preferring to bury himself in his work and lay low. But, perhaps here it was safe to let people know? After all, this wasn't renaissance Italy - there were people here from all walks of life.

Lucy clicked what he was trying to say quite quickly.
"Oh, I see!" she exclaimed, grinning. "Of course. That would make perfect sense."

She decided it was true what they said about all the good ones...

She'd often wondered if her own husband weren't that way incline, he had an unhealthy obsession with the Doctor... Even to the point where he'd sneak out of bed at ridiculous-o'clock in the morning to check on him.

Best not to dwell on that behaviour.

Lucy shrugged one should and her smile softened, "It's nothing to be embarassed about."

When she seemed to understand what he was saying, the painters expression lifted into a gentle smile.

"In my time, it is. Of course, I know some of the most open minded people in all of Italia..but, more often then not, they are the same as me in that respect. Besides, it is still against the law"

"Oh of course, that's all a very awkward affair in your time isn't it? Where I'm from it's widely accepted, and it's most definitely legal. Most people here seem to be of an open mind about all that, so I wouldn't worry about any ridicule in this place."

Lucy thought how terrible it must be to live in such a closed minded age. She new that the society she'd been brought up in, amongst aristocrats, royalty, and MPs, had been oppressive enough, but at least she knew there was a world out there which was so much more bohemian, and in her earlier life she'd escaped to it on many occassions. But poor Leonardo was less lucky.

Leonardo appreciated her supportive words more than he could tell, and he was beyond happy that he could freely express himself in this place, if he so chose.

"Grazie, Signora...your kind words mean a lot to me"

Leonardo could live with his era - after all, it was home to him, narrow-mindedness or not. The only real problem, or rather, fear that he had, was that he would never be able to tell Ezio his secret. He would be content if he only told him part of it, but living in a world like the one Lucy described? It sounded like heaven to the painter.

Ugly does not exist - only varying degree's of beauty

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