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LOMFic - Ars Longa, Vita Brevis Est (Sam/Gene, White Cortina) - dorsetgirl
June 16th, 2010
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LOMFic - Ars Longa, Vita Brevis Est (Sam/Gene, White Cortina)
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Title: Ars Longa, Vita Brevis Est
Author: DorsetGirl
Fandom: Life on Mars
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 240 approx
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: Sam takes up Art
A/N: I had intended this fic for my occasional Topical and Seasonal Drabble Challenge (feel free to have a go, by the way), but I decided that rather than cut it down to 100 words I quite liked it as it was. Also posted here at lifein1973




Ars Longa, Vita Brevis Est



Sam wiped his hands on a turps-smelling rag and looked with satisfaction at his handiwork. Subtle use of colour; depth; elegant brushwork; it was a work of art. He didn’t quite know why he hadn’t done this before when it was obviously something he had a talent for. He heard Gene approaching, but couldn’t quite tear his eyes away from the evidence of his new skill.

“Get a move on, Gladys, we haven’t got all day, you know!” Gene nudged his elbow then stood at his shoulder with two cups of coffee, indicating with his eyes Sam’s loudly-ticking new clock on the wall.

“I believe it’s important always to do the best job you can, Gene, you know that.” Sam glanced up at the time and winced, then stood back and eyed the finished article more critically. With his tongue poking ever so slightly out of one corner of his mouth, he leaned forward and placed one more tiny, perfectly-judged dab of colour, blending it carefully. He wiped his hands again and finally placed the brush carefully in a jar.

Then he looked round at Gene and smiled. “I like to think of it as an expression of my personality.”

Gene pursed his lips and scrutinised Sam’s efforts.

“What, all straight lines and a bit niggly in the corners?”

Sam looked hurt.

“No, I was thinking more like ‘colourful and sophisticated’ or ‘smooth and tidy, yet with a hint of excitement’.”

“Tyler, it’s a front door.”

Sam smiled seraphically.

“Yes, but it’s my front door.”

Suddenly Gene was very close, breath tickling Sam’s ear, stubble scraping his jaw.

Our front door, I think you’ll find, Gladys. And how long do I have to wait until we can shut it?”

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From:samueljames
Date:June 18th, 2010 04:38 pm (UTC)
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This is lovely, I really liked Sam's sense of pride in his work and then went aww when Gene said "our front door."
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From:dorsetgirl
Date:June 18th, 2010 05:25 pm (UTC)
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Thank you; they are so sweet together, aren't they!

Nice icon btw!
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From:samueljames
Date:June 18th, 2010 05:46 pm (UTC)
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They definitely have their sweet moments.
Your icon is pretty too (the look on Sam's face)
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