ShadowLord_Lith
-
Posts
1753 -
Joined
-
Last visited
-
Days Won
5
Content Type
Profiles
News
Forums
Blogs
Gallery
Events
Everything posted by ShadowLord_Lith
-
He shrugged. "I know it is. I never liked it, and I know my dad didn't like breaking people, but... that's how it goes..." He hummed. "I like art... it gets on my nerves, but it doesn't hurt anyone. It's beautiful... kind of like you. It has its dark parts, sure, and it can be terrifying at times, but it's always beautiful. So I guess I like you too..." He hummed, thinking. "And I like practicing what dad taught me. I hate using it, but practicing feels good... like he's still here..." He kept drinking, on his fifth glass now, not realizing just how much was coming out of his mouth. It was more than he'd told almost anyone but the high priest.
-
He flinched, looking away and clearing his throat. "Um... good..." He changed the subject. "Art is hardly 'easy' you saw how much practice it took to improve as much as you did, so imagine how much practice I have had. Paintings take days to finish, and usually two or three canvases. The amount of effort I put into the carvings leaves my arms sore... art isn't as easy as you think." He chuckled, still drinking. He'd relaxed some, a bit of the substance starting to hit his system. He was on his fourth glass.
-
He blinked, looking at him, drinking absentmindedly. "What do you mean? I mean.... I'm usually painting or making art... I don't do much else..."
-
He bit his lip, shrugging and continuing to drink it, drinking faster as he got used to the burn. He asked for another when he finished the first, mostly to placate Dan.
-
He blinked, watching him go. Then he sipped at the beer, grimacing at the taste but continuing to force it down. "Why do people like this stuff... it burns..."
-
Shae enjoyed the ride, smiling as he followed Dan into the bar. "Okay... you pick something for me. I've never had alcohol before..."
-
Shae had followed him outside, and stared after him as he flew, chuckling as he started to walk after him. When Dan landed again, he smiled. "Sure, why not? Flying was fun last time." He smiled.
-
He blinked, waking up fully. "Your birthday??? I... Okay, sure. I'd love to." He smiled. Honestly, he would normally have said no. He'd never gotten drunk before, and didn't like the taste. But... it was his friends birthday, and he had nothing else to give him right now. So... he figured he'd let himself do this just once.
-
He blushed, glaring as he grinned. "I'm fine. This happens all the time... I'll be carving it out later... Thank you, though. So, are we working on pottery today, or doing something outside of this room?" He smiled, chuckling.
-
Shae jumped, blinking and looking around. "Wha- oh... um, hi. I... I wasn't sleeping, I..." He struggled trying to come up with an excuse and failing. Truth was, he fell asleep in the art studio most nights, working late into the night on his projects. Tonight had been one of those nights. That fact was proven the painting he'd started in the corner, already very well done and showing Dan flying in the sky the previous night. The feathers were a bit off, but he had said he was practicing. He also seemed to be carving some kind of symbol, which is what he'd fallen asleep working on. The knife was next to him, a pencil in his hand. It was rough, but looked like a scythe held blade to the ground, handle diagonally crossing a vertically upright fencing blade in the center, with two gauntlets in the background on either side, and ribbon tying them all together. He'd gotten fairly far considering he'd started last night- which might have one questioning exactly how late he had stayed up.
-
Shae watched him fly away, smiling and using tin to really see every detail. He began walking back to the studio then smiling. He had a new project to work on. But first, students to teach.
-
He grinned, nodding. "Y-yes... sorry... I probably seem insane to you. I just... I haven't felt this much excitement in a long time, part of me misses it. I guess I'm addicted to it, in some sense." He smiled, blushing slightly as he felt a twinge of shame. "Anyways... I should be getting back... I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully?" He smiled, glad to have a new friend who was interested in his work.
-
This time there was less screaming and more laughter and whooping as he fell, trusting Dan to catch him. Honestly, it was stupid of him, but he didn't really care. He had watched Dan improve in making clay bowls, and had seen him do that action over and over again for a few hours. They shared an art project, and that alone was enough for him to trust the man for now. He'd deepen his trust through their other interactions together- like what they were doing now for example.
-
He grinned. "Sure. I might pass out if we do it three times, but I think I can handle doing that twice today. I haven't gotten this much adrenaline in me since..." He trailed off, calming a bit as he remembered being kidnapped. He forced a grin. "In a long time."
-
Shae blinked, his heart pounding and his eyes wide as he clung to Dan. When he could think again, and his knees felt like they could support him, he cleared his throat and stood, taking a deep breath. "I'll sound like an idiot, but... can we do that again? That was terrifying..." He chuckled, grinning from the adrenaline still rushing through his system. "I mean, terrifying, but that was also amazing. I've heard that people do dangerous things for fun, but that... I think I believe it now..." He was almost laughing, he just still didn't have the air for it, trying to catch his breath as he was.
-
For half a second, he didn't understand what was happening. Then he realized he was falling and a primal panic shot through him. He screamed, flailing about and trying to catch himself. For half an instant, he almost tried to awaken, flinching away from the action before he did it, flaring the metal in his stomach. That only made everything more terrifying, and the adrenaline in his system didn't help too much either.
-
He smiled, nodding. "So you do understand. I find it hard to be afraid of most scary things, since I'm too busy admiring the beautiful aspects of it." He smiled enjoying the air.
-
Shae felt a bit weird about how he was being carried, but he supposed he just wasn't used to being carried by someone else. He grinned as they flew, enjoying it. "Sometimes scary things can be beautiful... after all, the sky is full of stars. So many you realize just how small you are, and countless numbers of them inhabited. Still, the stars are truly beautiful..." He smiled.
-
Shae smiled, following him. The man made him want to laugh, and that made him happy. He grinned. "Thanks for remembering me. And please don't stop smiling, it honestly doesn't look as scary as you think."
-
He blinked, then smiled. "Sure, I'd love to go flying with you. Though I do need to be back in about half an hour. I'll have classes for an hour after that, but then I should be free for the rest of the evening. And don't be afraid of hitting me with your wings- I've been hit by worse things. Besides, feathers have an oddly soothing feel to them."
-
Shae smiled, glad to see he was enjoying himself. He was happy to hear he enjoyed the work. "Thank you... I'd be grateful for the company. You're welcome here at any time. If you enjoy this, I'm excited to see how you feel about glazing them." He smiled, humming as he continued his work. He'd done five by the time Dan finished one, all slightly different, and all of equal quality.
-
Shae noticed him open his mouth, then close it, growing curious. He thought for a moment, then decided to suggest something. "I've been drawing birds lately, and I will be making bowls for a while. If you didn't mind, I'd be grateful for your help making the bowls- and if you could pose for me so I can get practice painting your wings, I'd be in your debt." He smiled, taking the finished bowl and seeing it to the side. He'd get it drying soon, then fire it some time in a few days.
-
-
He chuckled. "Wow... don't move too fast. As for beauty, I don't know if you're skilled enough to accomplish that." He smiled, meaning the compliment entirely innocently. All living things were beautiful in his eyes. He began working the clay himself, doing so very easily and effectively.
-
He smiled rolling up his sleeves. "Alright... first you put the clay on the wheel here, them you step on this pedal to get it moving. Keep pressing on the pedal until it's moving fast enough, then press it enough to keep it spinning as you shape the clay. All we need are bowls and pots, so it shouldn't be too difficult. They don't have to be beautiful, after all." He smiled.
