"Would you like a seat?" Gerry asks over his shoulder as Sam follows him deeper into the apartment.
"Only if it isn't a bother," Sam says despite the throbbing in his hip.
"Oh, it's no problem at all. Let me just--" The young goth rushes ahead into some sort of studio, clearly expecting Sam to follow.
Every spot in the room is either occupied with a painting, or painted on, or splattered, or filled with utensils, tools, and other stuff that is necessary for art.
Gerry sweeps a pile of pencil sketches from a chair and offers it to Sam, who sits gratefully, eyes still wandering over the atelier in overwhelmed amazement.
"I can make some tea?" Gerry offers.
"Oh," Sam says with an awkward smile. "I'm more one for coffee."
"Do you mind if I make one for myself, then?"
"No, go ahead."
The sounds of an electric kettle being filled and switched on reaches Sam, whose eyes fall onto the sketches.
He leans a bit closer to get a better look. It's not very polite, to go snooping into the drawings of a potential friend, but he can't help himself. He's always been so damn curious.
The first sketch shows a short, thin man with dark hair that is starting to go grey despite his young but tired face. His brown skin is covered in scars and his eyes are glowing. Sam blinks, and for a second he feels like the drawing blinks back at him. He quickly moves the sketch to the bottom of the stack and shakes his head. It's the sleep deprivation. He's not starting to see movement in traditional sketches.
The next few sketches show the same man, over and over again, eyes blazing, mouth set in a thin line, exhaustion weighing down a face that could once have been called handsome.
He's not the only one, though. There's a second man, tall and broad, with red hair and a dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks. He's barely recognisable in the fog that surrounds him that gets thicker with every new sketch Sam discovers.
The last one is that of a man who wouldn't have looked out of place in Pride and Prejudice (as written by Cassandra Austen), with a neatly pressed collar and a cravat, as well as jewellery in the form of eyes. His grey eyes are intense, piercing Sam through the page.
Sam is about to put the sketches back when a piece of paper slips, and his heart stops. The woman on the paper is a detailed pencil drawing of Celia. It's almost scary how perfect that sketch catches her likeness. Surely Gerry would have needed more than one look at her to draw her so realistically? Sam fights the wave of jealousy that wants to overtake him. It's none of his business who Celia meets in her free time.
There is only that one sketch of her, and as Sam finds the last page, he's a bit disappointed to discover that there is just two sentences scribbled in nearly illegible handwriting.
The maze is sharp on my mind. The angles cut me when I try to think.
They are underlined with so much force that the pencil nearly broke through the paper. In the kitchen, the kettle turns off, and Sam quickly places the pages back in order.
"Gerry," he says when his host returns, mug of tea in hand, "who are these people you sketched?"
Gerry glances over his shoulder, then shrugs. "Now that you say it...I have no idea. These are from a while ago. Why, did I accidentally draw someone you know?" He says it with a smile, like it's a joke between artists. Did I accidentally draw you?
Sam's gaze drifts back over the man with the glowing eyes. "I don't know," he says softly. "I don't know."
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The three Gs hath returned. Here’s one of them! Gerry-not-traumatized-Keay! Episode 8 was *wild*.
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made this in honor of episode 8!! He gets to be Gerry and nothing could possibly go wrong
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guys listen the cow is a metaphor because sometimes the male calves born on dairy farms are killed immediately or harvested young because they're less useful for making beef. can anyone hear me
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