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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 30, 2017 9:26:54 GMT
Two things became apparent all in the span of a few seconds. Chidera held back so much simply pretending to be something human. She was surprisingly warm." Lets," he said to no one who was still within ear shot. Tossing down enough for their tab he left sauntering quickly to the small store which was really more of a dispensary closet than anything. He purchased something he thought she might like it was a new bit of something similar to the hooch Nando had found from them but more refined it was called Bywater and while officially it was a bourbon he knew it for that special something. Even watered down about a hundred times it was still over ninety proof.
He didn’t have to but he did haggle over price as if he didn’t it’d be more expensive next time. Making it back to their booth four minutes and fifty seconds later he settled in having tipped for time.
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Post by Chidera on Dec 31, 2017 2:40:50 GMT
She had used the tunnel to avoid having to cut through the front door of the convent and run into anyone that would delay her return to him with her things. She easily packed two 2 foot square canvases some brushes and paints and things all under her arm with the easel. lifting them no more awkwardly than a toddler or shopping bag as she went the same way back out.
It took her just over eight minutes but she was walking in and motioning to him so they could leave looking for all the world like a teenager up to no good sneaking out. Once he came to her again they would walk briskly her burbling with excited energy but no real words as they made their way to the park. After searching for another ten minutes she found the spot she wanted in a sort of clearing where the moon shone down fat on them but gave a sense of privacy.
Setting up the easel on a level bit of ground even so much as to dig it in just a hair she set everything else up and smiled at him." ok make like a french girl..and pose but nude only if you should choose"
That last bit said with a hint of a flirtatious chuckle.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 31, 2017 5:41:51 GMT
She positively bounced as they walked it was short enough that they'd not had a chance to crack the bottle but secluded as they were it was as if they were in their own world. The chance for anyone stumbling by accidentally was low enough that it'd count as an impossibility.
Crawling atop The small outcropping he smiled, "Just kidding about that part. Weather's nice but wouldn't want any shrinkage." Moving around until he got comfortable he lounged as comfortable as he could.
It was weird but so comfortable being here with her he didn't clear his draw line. It was in fact clear from so many years but normally he double checked himself mentally. He didn't and had no plans to do so.
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Post by Chidera on Dec 31, 2017 8:48:19 GMT
Winking at him" I doubt that but ok"
Taking the bottle she cracked the seal and took a deep pull. Breathing out hard she looked at it then him" wow that's fire going down"
Handing it back then she started mixing paint putting the night sky in behind him quickly he would see her peek at him some. Then back to the canvas working and sculpting him out of shades of moonlit coffee with cream. It would be interesting to show him after what she saw as she looked at him while they drank and she painted.
Telling him about her village in its happier days. Describing meals her mother made and what the women created with very little but how much it meant to them as a people. How they used to see lions without cages and have to use brambles to keep them out of the livestock.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 31, 2017 16:10:36 GMT
Del listened as Chidera visited her past. He was a bit awed with how fresh her memories were. It was as if things happened just yesterday versus longer ago than even Europe existed. He chuckled at her jokes and was wholly invested in her stories.
As she flicked her gaze from the canvas to him and back he did his best to not suddenly feel self conscious. It was harder than he'd have thought. She made him comfortable yet having her undivided attention caused a certain feeling.
It wasn't the familial of Baby D or the lustful release of Pepper. Neither and yet there was something.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 2, 2018 7:57:56 GMT
She knew that even with her talent or speed that she'd not finish this first peice tonight. So she snapped a photo of him quick to save it. Then putting up anither canvas" your good to move now i xa just do scenery..or you can try your hand at painting."
Smirking at him she waggled her brows and would hide what she painted of him so far.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 2, 2018 18:41:16 GMT
Easing down he found a spot closer to her to pop a squat and sip a swallow. " Scenery it is then ain’t gon get me embarrassing myself by finger painting all over your canvas.." His voice held mirth and humor as he scanned he area. Yep she’d hidden her work away but good. Ah well maybe one day he thought. “So having had these already ready was painting new thing you were preparing to pick up or you’d been working at it quietly for awhile?”
It would be a telling answer and he hid how interested he actually was in her reply. A smile and batting his orbs for all they were worth.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 3, 2018 3:46:35 GMT
" i have always painted. Even in the courts of Europe, my maker wished me a cultured lady. Dance, embroidery, poetry and art as well as weapons posions torture and tactics"
She had hated needle work such as it was but it had taught her such tiny stitches that she now used else where. Her words were matter of fact no anger or sadness.
The mood lifted when she thought of how things had changed used to having to make oil paints with pigments and egg. Explaining that to him as she started a moonlit bayou peice.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 3, 2018 19:09:09 GMT
He nodded as if he understood but the simple truth was there was no way to understood that sort of education. In todays world and that included going back several hundred years being cultured had nothing to do with violence of any sort. The arts of war were their own pursuit. " That’s quite a skill set and knowledge base to work from. How do you right that with todays bent toward specialization?"
Taking a swig he set the bottle back nearer her as he looked on her brush lightly dancing across the canvas. It was a bit of everyday magi the ease of which she guided and coaxed shapes into something more. He was happily getting a little buzz and enjoying the show.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 3, 2018 23:40:40 GMT
She was unsure of what that meant specializing so her brow wrinkled" I dont like to be pigeon holed so while I use some of my learned skills in other ways dancing never goes out of style, weapons are obvious"
She grinned" so painting isn't your thing but you seemed a music aficionado did you want to be a dj?"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 4, 2018 22:22:47 GMT
He chuckled at the question. No not Dj that was more Baby D and Nandos thing. He wanted to sing really sing. "Nah not day at all. I wanted to sing really sing. Long time ago kid stiff really me and Beau and Renaud was gonna open a really bluesy jazz joint? Everybody'd be dressed sharp enough to cut glass. Beau would run the kitchen and bar.nRen and me would handle the talent full stage shows me taking some stage time singing songs so soulful folks would think they'd died and gone to heaven. Sadly I ain't have the voice for day and the boys moved on in their thinking." He sighed wistfully as in truth he could open a club now if he wanted the money from his settlement was just sitting taking up bank space.
He however felt if he did he'd be running from almost everything. He wouldn't know who set him up. He wouldn't have put a stop to them. And the job would everyone else alive.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 5, 2018 5:43:16 GMT
Brow raised she smiled" i bet you have a better voice then you think"
She could see him in fedora and slightly shiny suit with a mic. That made her laugh" so swinging..why not do that when you are ready to leave the force?"
Part of her saw him fighting to the last but mostly she hoped he'd not squander his life.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 5, 2018 12:12:31 GMT
Enjoying her smile an d the quiet moment they were sharing he spoke honestly, " Maybe so, but I think I’m where I need to be there is so much need doing I ain’t done yet. I have to find who did me dirty. I need to makesure they are punished. I need to keep what happened to me from happening to anyone else. And at the rate I’m going I’ll be as old as dirt when I get ready to quit."
He thought about walking it back but the cat was out of the bag. Hopefully she would let it lie but he couldn’t even blame it on the drink. She’d managed to get him comfortable enough to let loose. He knew it was only a matter of time before he told someone but to do so with Chidera meant so much of what he wasn’t sure. " So enough crazy talk. Why don’t you do a showing of your work I am sure it would be a hit trying to see the world through your eyes…"
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Post by Chidera on Jan 6, 2018 3:08:08 GMT
Here eyes lit like honeyed fire she grinned" I could help you find that which you seek. Think about how I could feel the lion in you I could trace it"
Tracing her finger near his face."but for now we can think of other things "
Contemplating a showing of art" you could be my muse and we could play jazz and have fancy drinks"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 6, 2018 3:32:44 GMT
His heart skipped a beat... He could find out how he was infected and from there why. It was almost too much to hope. He could potentially move on with his life. He would know the why of it all. He blinked stunned mouth opening. He nodded the affirmative.
" Uh that would be great. A really good idea, uh what would you need from me?" He was truly shocked by the offer. It was way more than he'd expected. It was the start to everything. Home family future every thing was lost when he was infected. It'd taken everything in him to not fold...
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