Red, Orange & Yellow
Clextober 21 day one! Takes Place in the fall in the QI universe while their relationship is stil new.
“Hey! We’re here!” Lexa sang out as she and Clarke walked in Anya’s front door.
“I’m in the kitchen!” Anya mimicked her tone. Clarke swallowed a grin at their antics. Their similar speech patterns and mocking tones always gave them away as cousins despite all of their other differences.
Clarke and Lexa fell into the habit quickly of stopping by Anya’s for dinner or a drink every other week when they both had the same night off. Clarke loved getting to know Lexa better through her family, and she loved getting to know Anya and Aden in their natural habitat just as much. Whether Lexa would admit it or not, the closeness to her family was doing wonders for the transition into a happier, healthier person she was working through.
Anya had no problem declaring how much she loved having them around, typically met with shy smiles and eyerolls, but no one could deny it was true.
“Something smells good!” Clarke chimed in as Lexa took her coat and hung it up by the door.
“I know you’ve probably gotten used to a certain caliber of cuisine these days, Clarke,” Anya said over her shoulder from the stove. She was still dressed from her day at the office, but her hair was in a messy bun and she had slippers on with her dress pants. “But I’m of the opinion that soup, salad and grilled cheese on good bread on a chilly fall evening never goes out of style.”
“Oh, hell yeah!” Clarke leaned in beside Anya to get a good whiff of the tomato soup bubbling away. “You’ve been to Blake’s enough times now to know how I have been eating for most of my adult life. Gourmet food is a new and exciting change for me.” Clarke bumped her hip against Lexa’s with a smirk. Lexa returned it with a lovey smile.
“That’s true. Sometimes I forget about that,” Anya thought aloud.
“Where’s Aden?” Lexa asked as she helped herself to a spoon from a drawer and tasted Anya’s soup.
“Finishing some homework upstairs,” Anya replied. “What does that need?” She turned for Lexa’s expert opinion.
“It’s good,” Lexa smiled. “A little salt if you want to get technical.”
“Clarke, he’s working on an art project for school that he might be shy to show you, but he mentioned that he wanted to talk to you about it,” Anya grinned at Clarke as she added a pinch of salt and stirred the pot.
“Awesome!” Clarke leaned her hip against the counter and nodded when Anya pointed at the open wine bottle on the counter and asked with a look if Clarke was interested. “I’m sure you hear it from everyone, but he’s really talented.”
“I know he is,” Anya said through a proud grin. “He certainly doesn’t get it from me.”
“Your dad was always a pretty good artist,” Lexa added as she sampled the sauce again. “That’s much better.”
“That’s true,” Anya’s grin widened as she poured Clarke a glass. “Remember when we were kids and he used to draw all of our favorite cartoon characters?”
“There’s still a Little Mermaid piece in my office somewhere,” Lexa replied with the same warm grin.
“Hey! When did you two get here?” Aden asked as he tumbled into the kitchen. His fingers had yellow paint all over them.
“Hey, bud! We just walked in!” Lexa gave him a big hug. He held his hands out carefully so he wouldn’t get anything on her. “Your mother was just telling us you’re working on something for school that you want Clarke to check out.”
“Oh, yeah,” Aden turned sheepishly to the fridge to get something to drink and left a yellow and orange handprint on the handle. “I’m working on it upstairs if you want to see it.”
“Clean that paint off the fridge before you leave the room!” Anya said over her shoulder without looking up.
“How do you do that?” Aden huffed and took a roll of paper towels of the counter.
“I’m a mother,” Anya replied flatly. “We can just feel messes happening in our vicinity.”
“Anyway,” Aden chuckled. “We’re doing self-portraits in art class this quarter and I’m actually pretty proud of this one.”
“I’d love to see it,” Clarke encouraged him.
“C’mon up!” Aden headed for his room and Clarke and Lexa followed him. A canvas with Aden’s face in bright yellows and oranges with red accents sat on an easel by the window. It bordered on cartoony with exaggerated features. He was smiling. Even in the loud colors, he was instantly recognizable. “I’m almost done.”
“Aden! This is amazing!” Clarke gasped. “What made you choose these colors? This is super bold and exciting!”
“I’d love to tell you I had some deep artistic motivation, but truth is that most of the kids in my class think they have deep artistic motivation by using blues and greens and blacks and cool colors. It’s a public school and supplies are limited. No one ever uses yellow as a feature color for this project, so I knew I’d have my pick of the good paint,” Aden replied with a cheeky grin. He wiped his hands off on a rag as he spoke. “And it will stand way the hell out at the art show at the end of the year in the middle of all their moody shit.”
“It’s a very good thing you’re inherently kind, because you’re dangerously smart sometimes,” Lexa muttered as she took in his work.
“I love that so much,” Clarke laughed as she stepped closer to look at his brushwork. “Seriously, though. This is really incredible.”
“Thanks, Clarke,” Aden smiled proudly at her.
“We’ll have to come see this and all your other stuff in the show at the end of the year,” Clarke nodded at the canvases and portfolio in his room.
“Come on down! Food’s ready!” Anya called up the stairs. “Wash those hands, Aden!” She tacked on.
“You coming, Lex?” Clarke nudged Lexa who hadn’t quite caught up with the conversation. She was still lingering in Clarke’s causal reference to being around and close to her family so far in the future.
“Right behind you,” Lexa said warmly and couldn’t help herself from taking Clarke’s hand in hers.