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[April 7, 2007][Original] Blooming, if only Through Portraiture
Title: Blooming, if only Through Portraiture
Day/Theme: April 7, 2007 to bloom
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: John, James, and a painter
Rating: G
"John, if you will, raise your chin a little...just a bit more...perfect!" the artist directed, shaking his brush along with his spoken instructions.
The two young men were posed precariously, each with one foot on an overturned bucket hidden under a piece of red velvet. The bucket wobbled slightly and John clenched his teeth. "I'm going to fall over," he muttered to James.
"Please smile again, Lord John, and look towards me, not your brother," the artist entreated, "I am trying to work on your face right now."
"If you're not doing James now, can't you let him sit down, so I can balance better?" John asked, feeling the bucket shift again as James lifted his foot then set it back down.
"No," the artist said, "I will be done with you in a second and I'll move onto James. Besides, it will be easier if I don't have to re-pose anyone so soon."
Both Rusaliers sighed simaltaneously. This was growing very tedious very quickly. Who had decided they should have a portrait painted in the first place?
Doing his best to move only his eyes, James let his vision stroll along the setup the artist had created. Each of the young men grasped the copper sceptor with the hand turned in towards the other. John was wearing a dashing, red tunic and a royal purple cloak; in his right hand he clasped an ornamental blade made of silver. Resisting the painter's suggestions concerning his complexion, John's freckles were displayed brazenly on his pink cheeks. It did little to make one appear heroic or duke-like, but James was glad for his brother's honest and humble nature. James wore a deep red cloak and a black tunic, with a polished bow in his left hand.
The painter had made a kingly pair of the two and he was proud of himself for doing it. He could've painted them conventionally as two members of the minor nobility, but for a man who was unlikely to ever paint real royalty, what was the fun in that? He was creating a mythical existence for them with each brushstroke. In days yet to come, they would look back on this moment and perhaps they would wish to return to it.
Day/Theme: April 7, 2007 to bloom
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: John, James, and a painter
Rating: G
"John, if you will, raise your chin a little...just a bit more...perfect!" the artist directed, shaking his brush along with his spoken instructions.
The two young men were posed precariously, each with one foot on an overturned bucket hidden under a piece of red velvet. The bucket wobbled slightly and John clenched his teeth. "I'm going to fall over," he muttered to James.
"Please smile again, Lord John, and look towards me, not your brother," the artist entreated, "I am trying to work on your face right now."
"If you're not doing James now, can't you let him sit down, so I can balance better?" John asked, feeling the bucket shift again as James lifted his foot then set it back down.
"No," the artist said, "I will be done with you in a second and I'll move onto James. Besides, it will be easier if I don't have to re-pose anyone so soon."
Both Rusaliers sighed simaltaneously. This was growing very tedious very quickly. Who had decided they should have a portrait painted in the first place?
Doing his best to move only his eyes, James let his vision stroll along the setup the artist had created. Each of the young men grasped the copper sceptor with the hand turned in towards the other. John was wearing a dashing, red tunic and a royal purple cloak; in his right hand he clasped an ornamental blade made of silver. Resisting the painter's suggestions concerning his complexion, John's freckles were displayed brazenly on his pink cheeks. It did little to make one appear heroic or duke-like, but James was glad for his brother's honest and humble nature. James wore a deep red cloak and a black tunic, with a polished bow in his left hand.
The painter had made a kingly pair of the two and he was proud of himself for doing it. He could've painted them conventionally as two members of the minor nobility, but for a man who was unlikely to ever paint real royalty, what was the fun in that? He was creating a mythical existence for them with each brushstroke. In days yet to come, they would look back on this moment and perhaps they would wish to return to it.