The Prince and PauperJ2 Live RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Classification: NC17
Author: Anhejun
Synopsis: Hostage gag, micro-Stockholm Syndrome, set in Florence, Italy, at the end of the 19th century. I've always wanted to try this kind of background, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to write that kind of feel. A painter as poor as a beggar and an upper-class nobleman as rich as a prince. Of course it's not really a prince and a beggar. It has nothing to do with Mark Twain's original work233333
This article is purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental. Please do not attribute it to the actor himself. Thank you for your cooperation = =
Jared dreamed that he was falling, like tiny pebbles at the bottom of a cold lake, gradually falling into a trance, then suffocating, then deathly silence and boundless darkness.
It was quiet for a while, then there was a strange gurgling sound in the darkness, and then there was an unbearable pain in the abdomen.
He woke up.
The strange gurgling sound came from his poor stomach, which naturally protested after being empty for a long time.
He squinted his eyes and calmed down. The dim half-candles in the dilapidated room were still flickering. He was very lucky that he had used the money from the meal the day before yesterday to buy lighting equipment. Otherwise, he would not be able to paint in the dark and would definitely go crazy.
It's already bright outside, and the paper I painted last night until midnight is drying. Jared stared at it for a long time, intoxicated by the slightly bitter smell of the paint, then looked closer for a while, and suddenly kicked the easel in annoyance. The broken wooden bars creaked and shook a few times quickly and fell down.
"Oh, fuck it."
After calming down a bit, Jared pulled off the painting, rubbed it a few times, and threw it into the pile of scrap paper behind him.
"It's too bad. It can't get any worse. It can't be sold at all."