Title: Glasswork
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #36, Glasswork
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, Shonen-ai

Red is an artist, though few would guess it. His tools are not the bright paints and delicate brushes of the painters, nor the lumpy clay and wheel of the potter, or the bits of tinsel and glass and gold that jewelers turn into fabulous creations. What Red works with is glass, seaweed burnt to soda ash and sand, heated in a steaming furnace and blown into delicate shapes.

… Only he doesn’t use a furnace, but a Charizard, and he dives daily with his Poliwrath and Gyarados to fetch the seaweed they need, while Aerodactyl shatters beautiful rocks into colored sand for his trainer to work with.

So he makes his sculptures, delicate glass-blown trinkets, and keeps them in his bedroom, cluttering the walls with winking while the ceiling dangles flashes of color.

Then one day, Red sees the perfect subject to capture. It will be hard to make, for he’s all bloody red and deep black night, with flashes of gold and silver here and there, but Red always likes a challenge.

He collects various metal oxides for the colors, and in the dark of the night, fashions his first window, all clear tones of song. Then to make his intentions clear, he replaces the window in his bedroom with his new creation.

After all, sometimes, invitations are needed.

Lance sees it, and the next day, shows up at his door with a picnic basket and a bouquet of lilies, and they both promise to take it slow, though Red can’t contain his excitement.

For three weeks he makes bubbly shapes, odd abstractions of form, which sell amazingly well on E-bay. Art is emotion, and emotion art, and Lance waits, and watches, and brings him clear plate glass he etched himself, feather-brushes of almost-frost.

Red accepts it, and the kiss that follows.

End Fic

Completed 9/6/06

Romance in art form! Romance is an art form! See, I can do vague, kind of fluffy prompts! Woohoo!