Pens and imperfections. (open!)

coquelicotacrylics:

Whenever the artist needed inspiration, the only place to go for sure was outside. Even if it was raining (which it wasn’t), he would still trek out to find the perfect piece of nature that would make the art flow from his brush, like magic. Hoping for something that would inspire his next painting, Angelo put his beret on, and trekked out of the boys dorm, his sketchbook and materials packed away in a bag. It had been extremely warm and sunny the last few days, but finally here was a day where there were fluffy white clouds in the sky, a soft breeze moving them along. 

The hill was steep, and he hopped down it, jumping and skidding, before walking along it’s edge, trying to find a place to sit. Within the shade of the hill, Angelo spotted a female student- just lying there in the shade. Obviously she wasn’t dead- she was doing something with her hands (writing, perhaps?). Interested, he walked towards her.

Her eyes had been fluttering shut, and Iris and decided that she really didn’t have much use for thought at the moment. Thinking, and over thinking, had gotten her into quite a rut, and it wasn’t a very nice place to be. So her hand moved almost absently against the paper, and she wouldn’t dare to look. No, instead she had been distracted by the footsteps approaching her. A man, taller than her, carrying quite a bit—probably slung over in a bag or backpack. He smelled a bit like paint.

“I don’t believe we’ve met.” Tilting her head back, she opened her eyes, smiling to herself at the sight of the boy. She had been quite right in all her thoughts. Iris had always been rather astute, she could tell a lot about a person just by listening to them walk. Hopefully it hasn’t made him nervous.

“Which is rather odd, for I’m probably in the art room as often as you are.” Iris turned to face him, her notebook falling off her lap along with her pen. Looking at his face, she sort of recognised him—they had probably passed in the halls or something. When she was in the art room, however, everything around her was blocked out, so it was unlikely she remembered him from there.

(Source: purestnight)

Pens and imperfections. (open!)

Art block. The worst kind of thing. The worst kind of feeling. It brought frustration, a disruption of calm, everything that was wrong. And she had a bad case of it. Her sketchbook and canvases had remained bare because of it. She felt like she was dragging herself along. She knew what she needed. Inspiration. A muse. As Iris walked through the hallways, she carefully looked at everyone’s faces individually. It wasn’t a matter of finding someone symmetrical, visually appealing. It was someone who sparked something unique.

Perhaps it was impossible to really look for inspiration. 

She didn’t have a class at the moment, and it was a rather nice day. Perhaps something outside would be able to spark something in her. Or no, just calm her. The sun was bright in her eyes, and it bothered her until she found a shady place to sit. She took a notebook out to look over her school notes, study perhaps, but she began to scribble around with pen. Circles, lines, nothing in particular. It began to take up her notebook. It began to take shape. But what was it? It was almost like an ink blot. With a sigh, she placed the notebook on her stomach and laid back on the grass.

ooc: sorry for my absence lately! just personal stuff, not in the right place to be roleplaying. but I’m back, hopefully for good! still gotta take myself on semi lol but hi

Delivery [@ Iris]

onetoughequestriancookie:

The blonde groaned, feeling her strength waver. This was ridiculous! She should have been told to do something else! She wasn’t a delivery girl! Red eyes leered at the door, willing it open. She needed it to be open. And she needed it to be open now. “Ok, that’s it—” And then the door flung open. Gwen stepped back in shock, looking at the…oddly white haired girl. …It could be a lot odder. She sighed heavily through her nose, easing her way into the room.

“Yeah! Never better! Where do you want this stuff? This box is really heavy and I’m ready to drop it and cost the school a lot of money…” Not that she would care. It wasn’t her money and it wasn’t a club she was interested in. She just wanted to get it over with, leave, and return to the stables.

Iris nodded, looking around the room briefly. She nodded over to a bare space at the front of the classroom, finding it the only place in the crowded room that so many supplies would fit. After she had helped the girl make sure everything was alright, she peered through one of the boxes. She couldn’t help it, she was curious. There were new paints inside, and it was extremely tempting to take them to continue her project. But no, she shouldn’t. She returned to her canvas to place down her palette and brush down, then turned to the girl with a small smile.

“So, what has you delivering art supplies? Surely you didn’t volunteer.” Iris asked, shuffling her step a bit to attempt to cover her painting. Art in progress was always a little embarrassing for her.

fuguelovin:

Excellent. If Vivi was right (and when was a witch ever wrong?) then she could easily find out more about Iris and, inadvertently, more about the occult.

“Perfect! So maybe at lunch? We could eat together in the cafeteria or something,” That was what girls did, right? “And you should come to the Magic Club meeting on Saturday,”

Iris nodded—usually she ate by herself outside. It would be nice to actually eat lunch with someone. Then, the magic club. She had seen it on the list when she had signed up for school, but it had intimidated her. She thought it would be a poor choice. Perhaps her powers would be misunderstood.

“Lunch would be lovely. The club, however…” Iris trailed off. “Are you sure that’s alright?”

Moonlight Planting [@Cam]

Iris has waited until a quite free evening to do her planting. Cam had shown her around rather well, and she was beginning to adjust quite nicely to the school. But she definitely, over everything else, missed her flowers. Cam had pointed out where she could plant them, but she had found herself quite busy and unable to do so. Until tonight. Finally, she crept around the school. Was it wrong to be out so late? She remembered hearing something about a ‘curfew’, but she didn’t know what that was. Students just seemed to complain about it.

So she had to be careful. Luckily, she was pretty good at being silent. Her entire being was rather silent, the only thing to give way would be her clothing. But she had replaced her regular clicking shoes with much quieter shoes. 

Once she got outside, everything seemed relieving. The night air was cool and crisp, the thick shawl she had wrapped around her allowed it to blow throw. She didn’t mind. Taking the small pouch from her pocket, she began planting the seeds with great care and affection. As she did so, she began to sing. She had never planted without singing, so she wasn’t quite sure what would happen if she didn’t. Her singing was soft enough that it wouldn’t draw any attention from anyone who wasn’t close enough for her to see. Nothing concerned her right now. 

fuguelovin:

Viv shrugged and looked Iris over carefully, “So, Blanche, want to uh hang out or something? Maybe do some research together?”

Iris smiled widely, probably looking much more enthusiastic than she should’ve. She couldn’t help it. Vivi was the first girl, besides her room mate of course, to suggest the two of them ‘hang out’. It felt nice. “That would be lovely! I could show you what I know.” Iris suggested, nodding slowly, her smile not fading.

Delivery [@ Iris]

onetoughequestriancookie:

How did she get herself dragged into this? Gwen groaned as she climbed the steps of the school, a box of school supplies in her arms. She just had to cut art class didn’t she? Cut the class and end up getting detention in the form of delivery boxes upon boxes of art supplies up and down the stairs and to the art room. Just her luck.

The blonde faltered in her step up the stairs, quickly regaining her balance and ascending them once again. “I swear, if I get injured, I’m messing someone up.” Much to her dismay, she passed the stairs with flying colors. With a sigh, she made her way to the art room, using her foot to knock on the door. “Hey! Is anyone there to let me in? This thing is heavy!”

Iris had been pouring over the same painting for about a week now. It wasn’t any sort of masterpiece, but she had been testing her patience and attention to detail with acrylics. The canvas was almost as tall as she was, and she had only covered about a third of it. Meticulously, day after day, she painted flowers. Every sort of flower she knew. The final product, which could only be previewed with a light sketch, would feature the flowers exploding from the tips of a girl’s fingers. However, currently only flowers, eyes, and lips were painted.

Then a knock of the door. It startled the blonde, but it had not faltered her in any way. Placing her paintbrush in her mouth, she hurried over to the door and opened it quickly. Behind it was an unfamiliar girl holding quite the array of supplies. Iris placed down her palette on the nearest table and offered to take some of the load from the stranger.

“Are you alright?” She asked, not quite sure what else to say.

fuguelovin:

Vivi leaned close to Iris and stared intently at the teeth, “Hmmm….” she scoot back, “Alright, whatever. Its odd but,” she shrugged and rocked her chaire back on two legs, “I can’t really talk,”

Iris nodded, smiling slightly as Vivi relaxed back into her chair. It was quite interesting that she was so curious about the supernatural, and Iris couldn’t help but to think that she would be lumped in amongst that. “Well, thank you for not finding me too strange.” She said.

@Iris

browndirewolf:

-blushes lightly- I-it’s rather simple… you just need a box of shoes, a can, photographic paper and black ductape and ink…. -smiles lightly- It’s no big deal…

[shakes her head] No, no, it’s amazing! Truly! [grins, then giggles lightly into her hand] I’m sorry, I got rather excited. But I do think you’re very talented.