[ He remarks, because it is fairly ballsy to compare oneself to one of the finest artists of the age, if not one of the most well-regarded in history, next to his elder contemporary. Nate always kind of liked da Vinci a little more, because he was eccentric and excitable based on his marginalia. The kind of weird passion you like to see in an inventor. Not altogether unlike Ian when he gets that look in his eye, actually.
Nate settles and rolls slightly inward, shoulder and bicep pressing into Ian's, and tips his temple into the fabric of the hammock, watching him. With his curls falling all around his forehead and cheeks, the softness in his expression, he doesn't look all that dissimilar from any other Renaissance man. The sort of countenance expected in a painting at the Uffizi.
Without thinking about it, without asking, Nate reaches out and pushes a curl behind one of Ian's ears. ]
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[ He remarks, because it is fairly ballsy to compare oneself to one of the finest artists of the age, if not one of the most well-regarded in history, next to his elder contemporary. Nate always kind of liked da Vinci a little more, because he was eccentric and excitable based on his marginalia. The kind of weird passion you like to see in an inventor. Not altogether unlike Ian when he gets that look in his eye, actually.
Nate settles and rolls slightly inward, shoulder and bicep pressing into Ian's, and tips his temple into the fabric of the hammock, watching him. With his curls falling all around his forehead and cheeks, the softness in his expression, he doesn't look all that dissimilar from any other Renaissance man. The sort of countenance expected in a painting at the Uffizi.
Without thinking about it, without asking, Nate reaches out and pushes a curl behind one of Ian's ears. ]
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