It is a cold, dark, and very gentle place

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The silence that followed her suggestion put the woman on the edge as she didn’t know how to interpreter it. She had been dreading the thought of having the portrait made but the captain was here now and committed to see it finished.

“A pose?” Laura breathed out feeling relieved with the girl seemingly satisfied with the artless explanation she gave to her. The artist started to prepare the canvas while the model shifted around trying to think of a good pose. “Yes, a full body treatment and all.” Winters chuckled until she stopped moving as she was reminded about her sword. “Oh, I don’t see why not.”

Fetching her sword and holding it in her hand the captain felt a lot more comfortable as she had something familiar in her grasp in unfamiliar situation. “I would love to have the emphasis on light and dark to give it a striking contrast.” With the sword in her hand she made the first attempt on a pose which was also an excuse to show off her form in front of the girl.

“Do I seem intimidating to you, Aria?” She asked as she turned to face the other way. Even through the clothes the girl could see her physique which let on how strong she was, Laura was a battle hardened warrior after all. While turned away she looked to the side, at some distant spot on the wall, which made her upper body shift just enough to show the woman’s chest and the side of her face. Then Winters slid her other foot forward just a bit to use it in a way of guiding the viewers eye to her backside. Her right arm held the sword extended away from her body and it’s tip only a few inches away from scratching the floor boards. Then her free arm settled to rest on her side with her fingers curled up into a fist. It was an agressive pose.

“Do you like this one?” She asked while her gaze focused at the wall which made sure she could only see Aria’s reaction to her form from the corner of her eye. “Don’t be afraid to instruct me or guide me to find a proper pose.” Laura gave the control to the younger girl as for now she was the muse and she was the artist.

Good... It was good but Aria felt like something was off. She moved close to Laura and started to inspect her. She looked good but not perfect and it was bothering her. 

“Hmmm.... Are you going for a ‘dangerous’ pose or a ‘sexy’ pose? It looks like you’re going for both and I feel like we should focus on one for now. The ‘dangerous’ one would be easier for now...” Aira places her hand on Laura’s back and pushes her more up right. From there she grabs Laura’s sword hand and brings it up so it looked like it bisected her face. 

“If you want, we can discuss various paintings for you. I’m not exactly against doing uh..... personal portraits.” That was one way to say she did nudes but Aria didn’t want to outright say it to a captain.

“I mean, if you are ok with it. I don’t want to push you if you’re not comfortable with that sort of thing.”

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The artist certainly made an interesting first impression by stumbling in late while trying to balance newly gained art supplies in her arms. Her greeting was upbeat despite her entrance and she went on to talk business right after without wasting more time.

“Glad to see you aren’t intimidated. There is no need to be nervous either.” Laura said with a brief smile before she answered the question. “I must admit that I’m rather new to this so please, feel free to suggest anything after hearing my wishes.” Clearing her throat the captain continued. “The portrait has to be a formal one, though we are already breaking the navy traditions so it’s more of a guideline than a rule. I would like to do something more than just to sit down with a mysterious smile on my face with my arms crossed on my lap.” As tempting as the idea of making a portrait like Mona Lisa’s at this day and age was it wasn’t really what she wanted.

“I was thinking more of something like..” It was clear that the captain was trying to think of something good but didn’t have the artistic eye for it. “At least standing tall, maybe have a pose to show my form instead of the normal upper body portrait everyone does.” There was a sigh and a pause. “Something striking to make the painting stand out from the rest.”

Finished with her explanation the woman moved her arms slightly away from her body and turned around in a full circle before facing the blonde once again. The captain was quite beautiful. A 37 years old woman with a short dark hair and toned body which was subtly complimented by her clothes. Winters was wearing full navy uniform.. A jacket with a collar shirt beneath it, trousers and army boots.In her hand she held her cap and leaning the wall behind her was a sword that was given to her as a gift when she was promoted. It was an old fashioned gift and nowadays quite impractical but it was a mark of authority.

Laura gestured with her hand towards Aria. She was slightly nervous but she didn’t show it. “I would like this to be a collaboration more than having me say what we do. I would like to be your muse.”

Really? Laura was open, yes, but it took more than that to be a muse. A certain specialness that not everyone had but everyone wanted. Still, it was cute that Laura was so ready to help her. 

“Alright then. Well why don’t you give me a pose and we’ll work from there. You said full body, right?” Aria takes a larger canvas out and props it up against her easel. She was hoping that it would have just been a waist up portrait, much less hassle, but she wasn’t going to skimp out now cause it was a bit more work.

“You said something striking, yeah? Why don’t pose with your sword too. Maybe have something to rest a foot on or something...” Maybe a stool or something. Aria thought back to all the portrait paintings she’s seen before to see if something else would look good on Laura. 

“Tell me, what do you think about lighting. Something bright would emphasize all your sharp angles. It’ll look very intimidating. Oh and background is very important. Something impressive will make you look that much more awesome.” Now that she was thinking about this properly, this was easily going to be a very long piece. Not only would she have to make sure Laura was happy with the idea but she would have to get all the props and background they decide on. 

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Times had changed. She had changed.

Everyone had those moments in life they could later describe as points which marked how then became now. To captain Winters it was this moment or the last month that had lead to this moment to be more precise.

Laura had been promoted, though the road to it had been quite eventful, and she now worked for someone else than the navy. Her new employers were unknown to most and the fact that she was serving their cause was classified information. With the new employers and the promotion came certain benefits such as her own ship, crew and contacts.

Those contacts were what brought her here. Captain Winters stood in an unfamiliar apartment waiting for her host who was running late. The rented apartment was mostly empty as it was cleared out to serve as a workshop and an art gallery for the artist who lived elsewhere. It’s windowed wall offered a view over the edge of the city and the countryside in the horizon. The portier let her into the complex and having the artist seemingly forget to lock the door to gave access to the gallery. Her best guess was that the host had left to buy additional art supplies in a hurry.

The navy had a tradition to have portraits made of their high ranking officers but this was mostly reserved and paid only for the personnel who had the rank of an admiral. Therefore Laura did this in private and paid for it too. Winters family tradition had it so that once you gained the rank of a captain you would make a portrait so it could be hung on the wall which displayed most of their family. Luckily the ORNI personnel were more favorable for breaking the navy tradition and had gone as far as giving recommendations for possible artists for the job. Laura had skimmed through the files of at least an hundred artists before choosing this one. The girl she was waiting for was an aspiring artist and still at the start of her career.

Hearing the noices from the corridor the captain fixed her uniform and turned around to face the door as the young blonde stepped in. Holding her cap in her hand she rest the other on her side. “Aria, I presume?”

“Captain Laura Winters.” She introduced herself though the girl already knew whose portrait she was going to paint. “It’s a pleasure to meet you at last.”

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Ah shit, shit, shit. She knew she shouldn’t have left getting supplies until the last minute but here she was, running as fast as she could while trying to balance various supplies in her arms. While her old ones were perfectly usable, the sheer amount of zeros on her commision check was enough to convince her to get the best stuff she could. 

One very expensive shopping trip and sprint home later, Aria finally made it to her studio. She took a moment to compose herself a bit before going inside.

“Hello! Apologies for being late. It’s nice to meet you too, Captain Winters.” Aria places her supplies on a sable and starts to set up a canvas. “Now I’ve read the commision info you sent but do you want to make any adjustments before we start? This is going to be a large piece so I would like your input as early as possible.” 

Plus she didn’t want to fuck up at all. This was one hell of a check Winters was giving her, the least she could do was make one hell of a portrait in return. 

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She is way too sober to deal with any of this. 

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You uh, might wanna take a peak a roony at your rules page, you'll be able to quickly tell that something is wrong and what it is.

double rules just means you really have to follow them

but thanks so much for telling me, i didn’t notice at all. 

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“Mom says it’s my turn to get a promo”

Hey guys, it’s ya buddy Ches here with two new ocs! Meet Aria and Astrid! Please like or reblog and I’ll check you guys out!

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Those who aren't ken to fire cannot paint a world. Those absorbed by fire, must not paint a world. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, Mother... I can hear the fire crackle... And soon, I will see it... My thanks, Ashen One. I will finish the painting. Of a cold, dark, and very gentle place. So that it might make a home for someone, someday.

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