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Chelliephone · 05-23-2021, 04:19 PM

SPOILER!!: lolol totally understand!

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Originally Posted by astrocat

"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.

"Is your boyfriend super nice? You seem nice to me." It was his perception anyways. "And being not careful if you're used to bodyguards makes sense. You don't need to be careful when it's their entire job to protect you and keep you from harm's way, anyways." Was it good to still be cautious? Absolutely. But it made a lot of sense to him that if she was used to a security detail then she wouldn't be nearly as careful as some who had never had someone watching out for them. With his job, his dad had a small security detail but they made sure to not be seen unless the family was going to a public political event.

Wait. What? He turned his head towards her in surprise of that particular small detail. "He set you on fire?" What in Merlin's name? There was a moment of concern for his brother and traveling with this bloke for a full year. But then she kept talking, and he pushed the nagging away and just nodded looking back up towards the ceiling. "that's nice of him. Do you still keep in contact with him now that he's graduated?"

"Or maybe if something happens to you before you can write your ending, your descendants can?" Because he too had thought of what happened if she didn't get there, to the old age and the ending. With magic school it just seemed that possibility always had to be, at the very least, considered. "Have you started your childhood memoir? Write it as you experience it?" Then it would be fresh and the emotion even more prominent.

The offer of letting him see the whole project surprised him, having assumed it might have just been something incredibly personal, but if she was offering... "I'd love to see the whole project. I bet it's really cool. Do you already have a lot of portraits already added?" Even if he wasn't able to create amazing art himself, he did still like to appreciate it. And support his peers, if the opportunity ever arose for him to be able to do so. "I haven't spent too much time out there. I like it in here primarily." Meaning the common room. "But maybe I'll have to go explore. Maybe there's some space I can dance up there." He wasn't as passionate about dancing as his family members but... he did enjoy it, and practicing with Chase had given him at least a minimum amount of talent.

05-23-2021, 04:19 PM	#22 (permalink)
Chelliephone Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: State of Confusion Posts: 16,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Vera Brinley Thanatos Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Mandrake Beery Slytherin Third Year	Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein SPOILER!!: lolol totally understand! Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat "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. "Is your boyfriend super nice? You seem nice to me." It was his perception anyways. "And being not careful if you're used to bodyguards makes sense. You don't need to be careful when it's their entire job to protect you and keep you from harm's way, anyways." Was it good to still be cautious? Absolutely. But it made a lot of sense to him that if she was used to a security detail then she wouldn't be nearly as careful as some who had never had someone watching out for them. With his job, his dad had a small security detail but they made sure to not be seen unless the family was going to a public political event. Wait. What? He turned his head towards her in surprise of that particular small detail. *"He set you on fire?"* What in Merlin's name? There was a moment of concern for his brother and traveling with this bloke for a full year. But then she kept talking, and he pushed the nagging away and just nodded looking back up towards the ceiling. "that's nice of him. Do you still keep in contact with him now that he's graduated?" "Or maybe if something happens to you before you can write your ending, your descendants can?" Because he too had thought of what happened if she didn't get there, to the old age and the ending. With magic school it just seemed that possibility always had to be, at the very least, considered. "Have you started your childhood memoir? Write it as you experience it?" Then it would be fresh and the emotion even more prominent. The offer of letting him see the whole project surprised him, having assumed it might have just been something incredibly personal, but if she was offering... "I'd love to see the whole project. I bet it's really cool. Do you already have a lot of portraits already added?" Even if he wasn't able to create amazing art himself, he did still like to appreciate it. And support his peers, if the opportunity ever arose for him to be able to do so. "I haven't spent too much time out there. I like it in here primarily." Meaning the common room. "But maybe I'll have to go explore. Maybe there's some space I can dance up there." He wasn't as passionate about dancing as his family members but... he did enjoy it, and practicing with Chase had given him at least a minimum amount of talent. __________________ _________ _________________________________________ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ Let them point and laugh at who we are, it's you and me here dancing from the start