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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 3:38:32 GMT
She looked down and nodded. Since when did he need permission to draw her? "I don't know why you would..." she said to his explosion comment, "If anyone, anyone! Came up and told me those very words I would be with them all day. Some things you just have to say outloud to make them real." she said, and sighed.
"Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders..." she recited slowly, smiling.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 3:48:43 GMT
Antosha just smiled and shook his head, moving the pencil to his left hand. He'd start with her eyes, making them dark and haunting, secrets hidden behind walls of ivy. Ivy. What a wonderful idea; ivy and thorns, maybe a few roses. Then he shifted to the right hand, brushing out her cheekbones and nose. Her lips were curved into a slight smile, just enough to make it seem like she'd be taunting you. An arching neck with the ankh nestle in the hollow base, her hair though normally short, was flowing in the picture, ribbons of ivy ran though it tying her to a wrought iron fence. A pretty white dress covered the rest of her body, thorny vines wrapped up around her feet towards her waist and arms, tiny bleeding cuts were seen. But the blood was silver rather then red, deeming her a goddess. A single blue rose fell from her hand.
He looked up at her, showing off his picture. "I give you; Diane, the goddess." he smiled, wondering if she'd think it's creepy because of the thorns.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 3:55:36 GMT
She looked at it, amazed by how quickly he'd drawn it. She smiled, a little confused as she looked over it, "You've got it wrong, Diane - or at least Diana - was the one who destroyed her man, exposed his weakness to his enemy and betrayed him..." she said slowly with a small smile, mostly just buying time as she tried to work out the metaphors in the picture. "So... Are you going to explain what this one means or are you going to force me to guess?"
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 4:06:07 GMT
Antosha looked at the drawing and frowned, trying to work out exactly what he'd meant by each piece. "Your eyes, the darkness shows. Just like in all of us, but in this case I'm showing that your darkness is more hidden then others. Your smile is faint, a picture of happiness. Or is it a picture of deception? Ivy is your poison, your destruction, and you are caught in webs of it. It tries to pull you under but you fight it, yet at the same time your letting it win. The thorns are your shield, they protect you from others, but at what cost? Finally, the rose. A single blue rose, it symbolizes hope, love, and peace. As it fall from your hands it means that your lost, and scared." he paused, looking it over again. Yep, that's what he'd meant by it.
"I've drawn others of everyone else, Mel being a rock, cracked to expose water. Mayu is a winged angel, falling from the clouds, Brynn a cat swimming to shore, and so on and so forth. You know?" he smiled, shaking his head.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 4:13:22 GMT
She smiled, hearing his words as she watched the picture, "So I'm broken, letting myself become dragged down by pain, just pretending to fight it..." she summerised quickly. "So why a goddess? It seems a little strange considering what the others are..." she said slowly, blushing. A goddess? The whole idea fit uncomfortably to her. "And what are you then?" she asked, already taking one of the pens and a sheet of paper from the desk.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 4:17:02 GMT
"No... Your being dragged down by something else. I'm unsure what." he paused thoughtfully, watching her. "I don't like to draw myself. Seems very self centered." Antosha laughed, reaching for another sheet of paper. Not feeling very artsy at the moment he decided to draw with his left hand, drawing a simple white rose. Small traces of every color running through it, well as much color as a pencil could get anyway.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 4:29:55 GMT
"I think..." she said, pausing for a minutes with the pen in her hand, but as she began she soon realised (again) that her ability to draw was impared. She dropped both the pen and paper, deciding even if she could draw then it would be impossible for what she was to describe, "I think you're a man on fire, rushing around trying to put out all of the fires you've caused and the fuses you've set off when actually you just need to put yourself out." she smiled and shrugged, "You're warm, alluring, bright and dangerous."
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 4:36:15 GMT
"Dangerous how?" he asked, slipping back into thoughts of Brynn. Sure, he could be paying attention to her. But it wasn't like she'd remember anything anyways, might as well relax. Antosha smiled, wow his thoughts were good. Well, good enough anyway, though nothing could compete with the real deal.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 4:41:46 GMT
She sighed, looking at him as she felt like protecting him, "Dangerous to me?" she suggested, hoping she wouldn't have to explain that one. "Dangerous in a way that sometimes it hurts just as much to watch a man burn than to burn yourself..." she said, reaching out to him. "I worry about you..."
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 4:48:39 GMT
Antosha gave De a small smile, winking. "Ah but I'm fine. Why worry about me anyway? It'd be a waste of time, because I'm fine." he was lying through his teeth but still the smile stayed on his face. Not even a hint of sadness escaped. He remained still as she tried to touch him, mentally retreating behind barriers of steel.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 4:56:38 GMT
She pulled her hand back, not realising that had been the second time she had done that. She smiled through the hurt, "You better be." she teased. "Besides, if I don't worry about you then who am I meant to worry about? I-" she stopped, suddenly realising exactly what the room she was in was, looking down and seeing the messy pile of morphine addicted ramblings and pictures. "I-I don't mean to alarm you but... I really can't remember why I'm here." she said, looking up at him in pure fear.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 5:15:22 GMT
"Welcome back hun?" he asked uncertainly, searching her eyes carefully. "I think your back. Well, De, welcome to your new room. You fell off a cliff and now have a concussion, yay." he was being sarcastic for the most part, but not totally.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 5:23:05 GMT
She looked at him with shock, looking around herself, "Am I going to be alright?" she asked instinctively, before shaking her head, "No, don't tell me, I'd rather not know..." she said slowly, looking down before looking at Antosha, almost offended by the way he had spoken before saying softly, "How many times have you-has this been told to me before?"
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 25, 2009 5:27:33 GMT
Antosha laughed again, leaning back in the chair. "I do believe it was only twice, maybe three. Not so sure. Not that it matters so much." he was still amused by all of this, smiling widely. Maybe he should have brought an I-pod to listen to, not like he'd have much else to do. "Can we leave yet?" he complained, peeking his head out the door for that trampy little nurse he'd seen early. Hi head went right through Julie's body. She was angry.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 5:33:09 GMT
She smiled back, watching him closely as she read the warning she'd written earlier about hospitals. She looked down, blushing. It must have been a pain to go through the same conversations again and again. "She told me I can't leave until I remember her name," she explained with a shrug, not even noticing that she was accessing a memory that was meant to have not existed.
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