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Title: The Artist and the Admirer (1/?)
Author:arwen1682
Rating: Overall NC-17 (PG for now)
Pairing: BB/DM
Summary: Two people completely different meet.
Warning: AU
Feedback: Please, that way I’ll know if I can continue.
Notes: Bullshit. My mistakes are my own, ignore them.
The gallery was filled with paintings. Some of them were really expensive, some were not. Some were made by new artists; some were made by very well known artists. One of these particular had sold paintings world wide. His name was Dominic Monaghan, and he was just 29 years old and was considered practically the best around.
Dominic was famously known for his landscape paintings. He rarely painted people; they had to be really special for him to paint. He also focused on orchids. Dominic had a weakness for orchids and he’d travel everywhere to get a specific species. He never wanted hybrids; species were the ones he wanted.
He was a serious young man, well respected but seemed troubled. He had been asked to make interviews to talk about his work but he always refused. “I rather have my work speak for itself,” he politely said every time he was asked to do an interview. Dominic also refused to speak about his private life.
He silently walked around the gallery, looking at his own work hanging on the wall, waiting to be bought and taken. There were six paintings and all signed “Monaghan 05.” Three paintings were landscapes, and the other three were orchids.
People gathered around and admired Dominic’s work. For some reason, he hated this gallery dilemma. He hated being there and people coming to him and saying how wonderful his work is and so on… Dominic did not care anymore. He had always refused to tell the location of his landscapes. Before he knew it, all six paintings were sold in less than two hours.
“Are there any paintings by Monaghan left?” A curious man asked. “I’m sorry, they’re all sold out,” replied a girl. The man turned around disappointed and sighed in frustration. He was late to the exposition, he missed out the sale. All the money he saved for this event would never be spent.
“Billy! Did you get any?” A woman asked.
“No,” Billy sighed. “We got here too late.”
The woman grunted. “I can’t believe we came all the way from Scotland for this!”
“You’re the one who wanted to tour New York City, Lacey. Don’t you start,” Billy hissed.
Billy Boyd loved art, more than his current wife. He grew up learning about the Renaissance artists. He had met Lacey during a gallery exposition in Edinburgh and three months later, they got married. They had been married for two years but Billy can’t stand her anymore. He would see her and make a face. She would complain, and he prayed for the ground to swallow him.
He was pretty sure Lacey didn’t love him back. She wanted benefits and a life without work. Billy wanted to get divorced four months back, but she turned around and left the room saying how stupid Billy was.
So Billy’s only comfort was art, especially Monaghan’s. Billy discovered Dominic Monaghan’s work a year back. He had seven landscapes from Dominic. Whenever Billy would buy a painting by Monaghan, he would sit all night long to study the painting and the details. He knew nothing about Monaghan, only that the artist was born in Germany.
Billy wanted to meet Monaghan badly. He wanted to congratulate and thank the artist for doing such beautiful work and inspiring people. Little did Billy know, Dominic was standing a few feet away from him.
“I’m going outside, this is boring,” whined Lacey.
“Go, go, go,” Billy waved at her almost angrily. She gave him a dirty look and stormed off. Billy sighed; he finally had some moments alone.
“Having trouble with the missus?”
“I don’t care anymore, she doesn’t appreciate art,” Billy snorted and looked at the man who asked him. “Are you here to buy?”
“Oh,” Dom frowned. “I… look around and see people’s reaction.”
Billy nodded. “Critic?” Dom smiled. “Maybe.”
“I came all the way from Scotland for this exposition. I came to buy one of Monaghan’s paintings,” Billy confessed.
“You must really like his work in order for you to make such sacrifice,” Dom said carefully, he wanted to hear this for some odd reason.
“I just don’t like his work; I find that he’s incredibly brilliant,” Billy said. “The way he does every single detail is breathtaking. Each landscape is unique and original, he’s a complete artist.”
Dom was pleased to hear what this curious man said. He knew he wasn’t a critic or whatever; this man looked like he truly loved art. His thoughts were interrupted when Billy spoke again. “I wish I could meet him, and tell him what a great artist he is.”
Dom decided to risk it. “You already did,” he smiled at Billy.
Billy stared at Dom dumbly and blinked several times. “You are… you are Dominic Monaghan?”
Dom nodded and extended his hand to Billy. “The one and only I’m afraid. Pleasure to meet you mister…”
Billy took Dom’s extended hand and shook it vigorously. “Boyd. Billy Boyd, oh it’s so great to meet you!” Billy’s enthusiasm made Dom smile wider. “I’m so disappointed to see everything sold! Sure, congratulations on selling everything,” Billy blushed. “I meant that I wanted to buy one of your pieces and I arrived late because my wife delayed me.”
“I’m sorry to hear this Mr. Boyd, I imagine how frustrating this must be for you,” Dom offered. “There will be another exposition in three days, are you aware of this?”
Billy shook his head. “No! Oh, thank you for letting me know! This means a lot to me!” Billy shook Dom’s hand again.
Dom looked around to see someone he knew was calling him. “I’m afraid we will have to end this discussion, I’m needed,” he smiled apologetically.
“Oh, no, I appreciate the time you’ve given me. Thank you so much, Mr. Monaghan,” Billy’s grin was wide.
“My pleasure, Mr. Boyd. I hope to see you in three days,” Dom patted Billy’s shoulder. “Seven thirty,” Dom said and turned around. Billy was left there, his grin still wide. He met Dominic Monaghan, the world’s greatest artist, this made up the entire day.
“Billy, I’m tired, let’s go,” Lacey came from behind shaking Billy’s shoulder.
“Yes, yes, let’s go,” he said softly.
Once they were inside the cab, Billy stared out the window, thinking of his meeting with Dom. What a wonderful guy!
Author:
arwen1682Rating: Overall NC-17 (PG for now)
Pairing: BB/DM
Summary: Two people completely different meet.
Warning: AU
Feedback: Please, that way I’ll know if I can continue.
Notes: Bullshit. My mistakes are my own, ignore them.
The gallery was filled with paintings. Some of them were really expensive, some were not. Some were made by new artists; some were made by very well known artists. One of these particular had sold paintings world wide. His name was Dominic Monaghan, and he was just 29 years old and was considered practically the best around.
Dominic was famously known for his landscape paintings. He rarely painted people; they had to be really special for him to paint. He also focused on orchids. Dominic had a weakness for orchids and he’d travel everywhere to get a specific species. He never wanted hybrids; species were the ones he wanted.
He was a serious young man, well respected but seemed troubled. He had been asked to make interviews to talk about his work but he always refused. “I rather have my work speak for itself,” he politely said every time he was asked to do an interview. Dominic also refused to speak about his private life.
He silently walked around the gallery, looking at his own work hanging on the wall, waiting to be bought and taken. There were six paintings and all signed “Monaghan 05.” Three paintings were landscapes, and the other three were orchids.
People gathered around and admired Dominic’s work. For some reason, he hated this gallery dilemma. He hated being there and people coming to him and saying how wonderful his work is and so on… Dominic did not care anymore. He had always refused to tell the location of his landscapes. Before he knew it, all six paintings were sold in less than two hours.
“Are there any paintings by Monaghan left?” A curious man asked. “I’m sorry, they’re all sold out,” replied a girl. The man turned around disappointed and sighed in frustration. He was late to the exposition, he missed out the sale. All the money he saved for this event would never be spent.
“Billy! Did you get any?” A woman asked.
“No,” Billy sighed. “We got here too late.”
The woman grunted. “I can’t believe we came all the way from Scotland for this!”
“You’re the one who wanted to tour New York City, Lacey. Don’t you start,” Billy hissed.
Billy Boyd loved art, more than his current wife. He grew up learning about the Renaissance artists. He had met Lacey during a gallery exposition in Edinburgh and three months later, they got married. They had been married for two years but Billy can’t stand her anymore. He would see her and make a face. She would complain, and he prayed for the ground to swallow him.
He was pretty sure Lacey didn’t love him back. She wanted benefits and a life without work. Billy wanted to get divorced four months back, but she turned around and left the room saying how stupid Billy was.
So Billy’s only comfort was art, especially Monaghan’s. Billy discovered Dominic Monaghan’s work a year back. He had seven landscapes from Dominic. Whenever Billy would buy a painting by Monaghan, he would sit all night long to study the painting and the details. He knew nothing about Monaghan, only that the artist was born in Germany.
Billy wanted to meet Monaghan badly. He wanted to congratulate and thank the artist for doing such beautiful work and inspiring people. Little did Billy know, Dominic was standing a few feet away from him.
“I’m going outside, this is boring,” whined Lacey.
“Go, go, go,” Billy waved at her almost angrily. She gave him a dirty look and stormed off. Billy sighed; he finally had some moments alone.
“Having trouble with the missus?”
“I don’t care anymore, she doesn’t appreciate art,” Billy snorted and looked at the man who asked him. “Are you here to buy?”
“Oh,” Dom frowned. “I… look around and see people’s reaction.”
Billy nodded. “Critic?” Dom smiled. “Maybe.”
“I came all the way from Scotland for this exposition. I came to buy one of Monaghan’s paintings,” Billy confessed.
“You must really like his work in order for you to make such sacrifice,” Dom said carefully, he wanted to hear this for some odd reason.
“I just don’t like his work; I find that he’s incredibly brilliant,” Billy said. “The way he does every single detail is breathtaking. Each landscape is unique and original, he’s a complete artist.”
Dom was pleased to hear what this curious man said. He knew he wasn’t a critic or whatever; this man looked like he truly loved art. His thoughts were interrupted when Billy spoke again. “I wish I could meet him, and tell him what a great artist he is.”
Dom decided to risk it. “You already did,” he smiled at Billy.
Billy stared at Dom dumbly and blinked several times. “You are… you are Dominic Monaghan?”
Dom nodded and extended his hand to Billy. “The one and only I’m afraid. Pleasure to meet you mister…”
Billy took Dom’s extended hand and shook it vigorously. “Boyd. Billy Boyd, oh it’s so great to meet you!” Billy’s enthusiasm made Dom smile wider. “I’m so disappointed to see everything sold! Sure, congratulations on selling everything,” Billy blushed. “I meant that I wanted to buy one of your pieces and I arrived late because my wife delayed me.”
“I’m sorry to hear this Mr. Boyd, I imagine how frustrating this must be for you,” Dom offered. “There will be another exposition in three days, are you aware of this?”
Billy shook his head. “No! Oh, thank you for letting me know! This means a lot to me!” Billy shook Dom’s hand again.
Dom looked around to see someone he knew was calling him. “I’m afraid we will have to end this discussion, I’m needed,” he smiled apologetically.
“Oh, no, I appreciate the time you’ve given me. Thank you so much, Mr. Monaghan,” Billy’s grin was wide.
“My pleasure, Mr. Boyd. I hope to see you in three days,” Dom patted Billy’s shoulder. “Seven thirty,” Dom said and turned around. Billy was left there, his grin still wide. He met Dominic Monaghan, the world’s greatest artist, this made up the entire day.
“Billy, I’m tired, let’s go,” Lacey came from behind shaking Billy’s shoulder.
“Yes, yes, let’s go,” he said softly.
Once they were inside the cab, Billy stared out the window, thinking of his meeting with Dom. What a wonderful guy!
