Waterfall art Jul 16, 2011 22:58:27 GMT -5
Post by Liirasai Deneueve on Jul 16, 2011 22:58:27 GMT -5
For Your Consideration
"Nightfall came, like a serpent's kiss to my troubled mind.
Pawns: Liirasai, Chu, Fisher(NPC)
Why... oh why my god have you abandoned me?
Status: open, active
Behind the old facade,
Setting: In a remote corner of the woods, near the waterfall.
I'm your bewildered child.
Scene: Liira is out sketching, and probably grabbing a catnap.
So take me cross the river wide..."
Liira sat with her back against the rough bark of the tree, her earbuds tucked firmly in her ears. Today's playlist was an eccentric mix of some German heavy metal and some enchanting Irish pipe folk songs. Her pencil ran over the artist's sketchpad in her lap with a vengeance, the lines seeming to slash against the paper in some sort of war. Her eyes would glance up every second or so to take a second look at the waterfall in front of her to gain a little bit more detail to go into the drawing. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, her brows drew together in fierce concentration as she added more splash to the water on the paper, giving it a harsher feel to contrast with the placid and peaceful forest landscape she'd drawn around it. She wanted it to look like it was the only area of life in the sketch.
A lock of thick black hair slipped out of the messy braid she had hurriedly set this morning. As it fell against the curve of her cheek, she absently brushed it back with a sigh. It was forever getting in her way. As the pencil movements slowed, her face lost the combative edge to it and started to soften. Her emerald eyes started to glance less frequently at the landscape around her as she neared the end of the drawing. It always pushed at her, this particular gift. It was a demanding muse. One who didn't care about homework, or school, or the teacher's lack of patience, she thought with a smile. She glanced at her wristwatch, estimated the time she'd need to get back to the dorms without getting a talking to about curfew. She still had a good solid couple of hours to spend out here, alone with the trees and the water.
She set down the pad, with it's completed drawing down next to her messenger bag. She reached into her jeans pocket, arching her back against the tree as she did so to get a better angle into the tight pocket to reach her iPod. She ran her thumb over the pad, and scrolling through the eclectic and varied selection, she went to an old fave. An American rock band. As she played the song, she turned the volume up just a bit, not that it needed to be turned up.
Some of the ugliest things took the longest time to make
And some of the easiest habits are the hardest ones to break
And I'm not asking for value nor the pain but I am asking
For a way out of this lie.
Because I can't wait for you to catch up with me
And I can't live in the past and drown myself in memories.
Tapping her fingers to the drum beat, she closed her eyes and slid down to pillow her head upon her bag. It was time for some relaxation. A peaceful end to the passion flowing through her fingertips. She glanced idly over at the sketchpad, noting that she only had a few pages left on this one. She sighed, thinking about the time it would take for her shipment of pads to get to the school. That was one thing Mama and Papa had done for her. She never needed anything. At least, when it came to anything they could buy. Her lips quirked. Her eyebrows shifted, and then settled into calm, relaxed lines as she started thinking about reorganizing her room. Eyelids drifting shut completely, she slipped into slumber as easily as the water sluiced into the pond.