Work Text:
Somewhere in Rome during the Italian Renaissance, Nicolò had been standing in the same position on a small platform for hours, while Yusuf was making a statue of Nicolò.
Nicolò: ”This is starting to feel stupid.”
Nicolò started to shake his sleeping legs, which makes Yusuf rush over to Nicolò to correct his stand and the fabric before Nicolò can move even more.
Yusuf: “No, no, you have to stand totally still. It was perfect a moment ago.”
Nicolò: “You have been spending too much time with Michelangelo. Why was it again you have to make statues and not paint ceilings?”
Yusuf kissed Nicolò before Yusuf dried away the clay on Nicolò's cheek.
Yusuf: “Because my love if I was looking up at a ceiling, I couldn’t look at my greatest source of inspiration, which always has been you, my muse.”
Yusuf gives Nicolò another kiss before going back to the clay.
Nicolò: “Thanks I feel flattered. Could you please hurry up, so we could get something to eat?”
Yusuf: “Only if you stand still.”
When Nicolò saw Yusuf’s gaze, he knows, that it’s gonna be a long afternoon and it will take a long while before Nicolò will get something to eat.