Re: Illustrating Thoughts and Feelings [Alexandrea]
Posted: 13 Jan 2015, 23:59
Hanei watched his painting, or attempt thereof, for several moments, wondering what exactly he was trying to illustrate. He wanted to show how he felt, but was just painting Corin, Jezebel, and Mother Death now. How exactly did he intend to show his feelings by simply putting their faces on a canvas? What purpose did it serve? He wasn't sure, and sighed in near defeat as he struggled with how to continue.
Then suddenly he heard Alexandrea enter the room again, surprised that he hadn't heard her sooner. What she had to say was intriguing, for it did make a lot of sense and felt somewhat helpful as he considered it. He was impressed by the artwork she shared, and noted how each one was at least a little different from the others, even if only subtly. What was she trying to tell him? Not to give up? to try something else? Then she asked if he was having 'fun', and his heart nearly stopped.
"F...fun?" he queried slowly and softly, his voice somewhat raspy again due to his never-ending lung condition. He had no idea what fun was, he hadn't even tried such a thing in years, not since he was a child. All he had ever thought about was killing, whether to defend himself, to avenge an insult, or because Mother Death instructed him into doing so. Fun? What on earth did that mean?
Then suddenly he heard Alexandrea enter the room again, surprised that he hadn't heard her sooner. What she had to say was intriguing, for it did make a lot of sense and felt somewhat helpful as he considered it. He was impressed by the artwork she shared, and noted how each one was at least a little different from the others, even if only subtly. What was she trying to tell him? Not to give up? to try something else? Then she asked if he was having 'fun', and his heart nearly stopped.
"F...fun?" he queried slowly and softly, his voice somewhat raspy again due to his never-ending lung condition. He had no idea what fun was, he hadn't even tried such a thing in years, not since he was a child. All he had ever thought about was killing, whether to defend himself, to avenge an insult, or because Mother Death instructed him into doing so. Fun? What on earth did that mean?