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astrocat · 05-23-2021, 01:18 PM

SPOILER!!: I keep forgetting that they're the same age LOL

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Originally Posted by Chelliephone

Just another person they don't know. Wouldn't it be nice if people really did see strangers like that? It seemed like there was always snap decisions made about other people without a conversation. He even had done it at times with his peers. It would be better to just let people someone they didn't know. Until they did. "That makes sense. Honesty is important for any relationship." And no, he didn't mean it as romantic. There were so many other more complicated types of relationships you could have with people without it being any type of attraction interest. He was still just trying to master the 'friend' type of ship. "Honestly, I think I'd be happy to know if people liked me or didn't like me in general. I feel a pretty general sense of apathy." Towards him, but... he supposed he could towards other people as well. Though it was more in looks than in feelings. "My friends transferred last term so there's no one here who I trust yet who could really hurt me anyways." Sure, his sister's could. But they were family so they also got endless second chances.

He laughed at that, "You might be safe. I don't think I'm sparkly yet and I've been around her for 11 years." At least, he didn't think any of the sparkles had rubbed off. And then more talk of Noah's friend and Evan was... intrigued. It seemed like he'd heard Minjae's name fairly often and it seemed like people really liked him. "You sound like you really admired Minjae?" He hadn't spent a lot of time around the older Hufflepuff. Though through Noah, he did know what had happened to him last term. And Ash too, though that didn't feel like something to ask about.

He laughed again at her advise regarding how to hate the universe, that was pretty brilliant. "I never really considered it like that. But you're right. Maybe I should try drawing more." No, he didn't think he'd be good. But throwing some shade at the universe might not be too bad. "I think I'll save my memoir writing until I'm old." And accomplished something. So far his memoir would just be a sob story. It'd be like the opposite of that muggle book How to Win Friends and Influence People. ~~Which he had read, not that it helped.~~

Oh thank goodness no posing. Now there was really no loss to him with having said yes. "Okay! Can I see it when you're done?" Or was it a collection of memories from her Hogwarts years? Art at least seemed to be a helpful form of therapy. It was something he often heard Eomma refer to people to work through their trauma, that and writing. "I like going to the technology lab and playing some of the muggle board games. It reminds me of home." And home was usually relaxing. Going up to the room of requirement on occasion and asking for his bedroom also helped a good deal. "Do you have a favorite spot to draw?"

"Maybe personality traits don't rub off like that. I've been friends with my boyfriend for five years, and I'm not nicer than I've ever been. I've been around my bodyguards for thirteen years, and I'm not any more careful than I used to be. If anything, I'm less careful." So maybe the part of her personality that was smooth, cold, and glimmering out of the corner of the eye would be safe then. She would always be like this. Was that good or bad? Maybe neither. It just was.

"I did admire Minjae. Even though he set me on fire my first ever day at Hogwarts. He was super nice, and super cool, and he said I could call him to Talk About Stuff even if it was late at night." Shared experience, shared pain, a shared dream. Shared hobbies, shared defiance, shared background. Talking to Minjae was like looking into a mirror, in more than just one way.

"I'm gonna write multiple memoirs, maybe. One when I'm young, recording my childhood. And with no ending maybe. And then when I'm old, I can write another one as an ending." Or if she died before she was old, she would just leave the one memoir. The one that had no ending. A tragic and unfinished symphony. It would probably be famous if that happened. Wouldn't that be sad? Twisted.

Of course there was no posing. Posing was boring. Evan should read the short story about the artist who drew his wife and then she died because he took too long and forgot about her. Edgar Allen Poe, wasn't it? "Of course you can see it. Do you want to see just yours, or would you like to see the whole project?" Since it wasn't clear. Either was fine. Ash was proud of both the individual paintings and the collections. It was something to be proud of, at least. If she couldn't be proud of herself or the world she lived in, she could be proud of this. "I like to do my art in the treehouse. I just like it in general. You can run around, nap, breathe... but it's a really nice place to paint. Really nice." One spot where she could feel relaxed. She'd probably paint Evan's portrait up there. It would probably be a painting of him, lying on the ground like her was now, staring outwards at the viewer who would be looking from the angle of where the ceiling was now. Ash didn't like painting with no context. She always picked her favorite memory, and drew the people in it. Ollie on the balcony. Lisa at the fountain. Nem sitting in a class looking way too calm. Her boyfriend on a surfboard, smiling at her. Her brother running up to her with a book to read him. Those kinds of memories. Those kinds of memories. Ash drew the good ones.

But she had another, secret, project. She also drew a self portrait once a week and compared the expressions. But that was a secret project, because it wasn't as calming as the one she was talking about with Evan. Not calming at all.

05-23-2021, 01:18 PM	#21 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,141 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brandon Fox Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Fifth Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: I keep forgetting that they're the same age LOL Quote: Originally Posted by Chelliephone Just another person they don't know. Wouldn't it be nice if people really did see strangers like that? It seemed like there was always snap decisions made about other people without a conversation. He even had done it at times with his peers. It would be better to just let people someone they didn't know. Until they did. "That makes sense. Honesty is important for any relationship." And no, he didn't mean it as romantic. There were so many other more complicated types of relationships you could have with people without it being any type of attraction interest. He was still just trying to master the 'friend' type of ship. "Honestly, I think I'd be happy to know if people liked me or didn't like me in general. I feel a pretty general sense of apathy." Towards him, but... he supposed he could towards other people as well. Though it was more in looks than in feelings. "My friends transferred last term so there's no one here who I trust yet who could really hurt me anyways." Sure, his sister's could. But they were family so they also got endless second chances. He laughed at that, "You might be safe. I don't think I'm sparkly yet and I've been around her for 11 years." At least, he didn't think any of the sparkles had rubbed off. And then more talk of Noah's friend and Evan was... intrigued. It seemed like he'd heard Minjae's name fairly often and it seemed like people really liked him. "You sound like you really admired Minjae?" He hadn't spent a lot of time around the older Hufflepuff. Though through Noah, he did know what had happened to him last term. And Ash too, though that didn't feel like something to ask about. He laughed again at her advise regarding how to hate the universe, that was pretty brilliant. "I never really considered it like that. But you're right. Maybe I should try drawing more." No, he didn't think he'd be good. But throwing some shade at the universe might not be too bad. "I think I'll save my memoir writing until I'm old." And accomplished something. So far his memoir would just be a sob story. It'd be like the opposite of that muggle book How to Win Friends and Influence People. ~~Which he had read, not that it helped.~~ Oh thank goodness no posing. Now there was really no loss to him with having said yes. "Okay! Can I see it when you're done?" Or was it a collection of memories from her Hogwarts years? Art at least seemed to be a helpful form of therapy. It was something he often heard Eomma refer to people to work through their trauma, that and writing. "I like going to the technology lab and playing some of the muggle board games. It reminds me of home." And home was usually relaxing. Going up to the room of requirement on occasion and asking for his bedroom also helped a good deal. "Do you have a favorite spot to draw?" "Maybe personality traits don't rub off like that. I've been friends with my boyfriend for five years, and I'm not nicer than I've ever been. I've been around my bodyguards for thirteen years, and I'm not any more careful than I used to be. If anything, I'm less careful." So maybe the part of her personality that was smooth, cold, and glimmering out of the corner of the eye would be safe then. She would always be like this. Was that good or bad? Maybe neither. It just was. "I did admire Minjae. Even though he set me on fire my first ever day at Hogwarts. He was super nice, and super cool, and he said I could call him to Talk About Stuff even if it was late at night." Shared experience, shared pain, a shared dream. Shared hobbies, shared defiance, shared background. Talking to Minjae was like looking into a mirror, in more than just one way. "I'm gonna write multiple memoirs, maybe. One when I'm young, recording my childhood. And with no ending maybe. And then when I'm old, I can write another one as an ending." Or if she died before she was old, she would just leave the one memoir. The one that had no ending. A tragic and unfinished symphony. It would probably be famous if that happened. Wouldn't that be sad? Twisted. Of course there was no posing. Posing was boring. Evan should read the short story about the artist who drew his wife and then she died because he took too long and forgot about her. Edgar Allen Poe, wasn't it? "Of course you can see it. Do you want to see just yours, or would you like to see the whole project?" Since it wasn't clear. Either was fine. Ash was proud of both the individual paintings and the collections. It was something to be proud of, at least. If she couldn't be proud of herself or the world she lived in, she could be proud of this. "I like to do my art in the treehouse. I just like it in general. You can run around, nap, breathe... but it's a really nice place to paint. Really nice." One spot where she could feel relaxed. She'd probably paint Evan's portrait up there. It would probably be a painting of him, lying on the ground like her was now, staring outwards at the viewer who would be looking from the angle of where the ceiling was now. Ash didn't like painting with no context. She always picked her favorite memory, and drew the people in it. Ollie on the balcony. Lisa at the fountain. Nem sitting in a class looking way too calm. Her boyfriend on a surfboard, smiling at her. Her brother running up to her with a book to read him. Those kinds of memories. Those kinds of memories. Ash drew the good ones. But she had another, secret, project. She also drew a self portrait once a week and compared the expressions. But that was a secret project, because it wasn't as calming as the one she was talking about with Evan. Not calming at all.