Picture Perfect
“Sit still, Harry.”
“Shall I tie him up, Thomas?”
“No. No, that would ruin the pose,” Dean laughed and waved the offer off, concentrating on the hands. ‘I must not tell lies’ resting close to a faded twisted snake. Green eyes intertwined with grey so intricately that Dean had to blink a few times to get the right shades on his palette. And he simply couldn’t do justice to their blindingly bright, smitten smiles on a white canvas.
“I’d said no kissing….” Dean admonished for the dozenth time. “Look straight, both of you.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little impossible at this point?” Draco’s posed smirk cracked into a wolfish grin at Harry’s shameless quip.
Dean merely shook his head, chuckling as he carefully added the finishing touches to the twin gold bands resting beautifully on their fingers.
Strong, proud and sparkling
They looked good together.