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Oscar Isaac in Triple Frontier (2019)
bcthgarrison:
“You’re very kind to my craft,” she chided, a sliver of a smile painting itself across glossed lips. “You said it’s only a few blocks, yes? Why waste it huddled up on a less than savory train ride?”
“Always, hermana,” Elio smiled as he walked beside her, “art is art, after all. Whether or not I understand it doesn’t take away the reality of what it is.” He tucked hands into pockets once they stepped out of the Ouroboros headquarters and onto the sidewalk, “are you okay?” He asked once they were a block and a half away from the building, “things are...things feel different there lately.” It was as though they were all waiting for the other shoe to drop and Elio wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to wait. Though, he knew he had no option to. There was no speeding things up where Anton and Susannah were concerned. He’d joined and had learned that their timing was the only thing that mattered. When he’d first entered the fold, he hadn’t realized that he’d be committing so much to that too. But he learned, as they all presumably did, that their word and plans were law. It just didn’t sit the way it used. Maybe New Year’s had left a bad taste in his mouth. Too many people had died. Too much destruction had been wrought. Was that the only way to get to where they wanted to be?
professorcollins-stjames:
“That is what they are for but that is if they are good at what they do and if you get any. I have had a few over the years but I don’t mind doing it myself.” If he had a TA then he would have less work to do and more time to himself and his thoughts which was dangerous. “Is that my vibe?” Colins seriously questioned.
“I don’t think I’d be much suited to being a professor–– it’s too...structured a life for me I think. I liked to think of myself as a student a life,” he gestured before them, as if the world was his classroom like the cliché artist he didn’t mind leaning into sometimes. “No te preocupes, hermano,” Elio gave him a nudge, “it’s not like that’s a bad thing, is it?”
cyrus-hayes:
Cyrus caught the shirt with ease and pulled it on, running his hands over the material, smoothing it down for a moment. “Just a lot on my mind. Makes me a touch more cluttered than I like to be.” The older Basilisk replied in a brief moment of honesty. But quickly added, “And you are rarely in a hurry to be anywhere. On a tight schedule my darling Elio?”
“Just eager to get things in order is all.” An honest statement, “We don’t have much time and I don’t want my paints to dry.” Come Monday, things would be different and their last mission would have begun. At least, Elio hoped it was their last one. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d keep this up. His own lack of commitment might’ve shown slowly but surely, but not enough to get him in trouble yet. And the basilisk wasn’t certain how much longer he could keep his own interests hidden. He never thought this war would last so long-– not when he first joined with Cee– not when robbing banks and stealing beautiful things had turned into terrorizing a city he once loved, and hurting people he hardly knew. But once he was in, the basilisk knew that the only way out was with his best friend and she was still committed to the cause. And he didn’t know how he felt about leaving others –– those whom he’d come to see as family. Bethany. Even, on occasion, Kasey. Cyrus...he was never quite family....never quite not. He was something else entirely and Elio was beginning to see that that something else was akin to a ticking time bomb. Which was why was treaded careful in the other’s presence. Why he kept pleasantries alight and doubts to himself. “What about you? I’d have expected you not to be leaving her side for the foreseeable future.” They both knew who Elio meant.
sushkxr-khxtri
“Always the stupid witches,” the oneiroi grumbled, though there was no spite in their words. At least, for the moment. Witches in general… were always a toss up with how the ancient creature was feeling that day. “A convenient excuse for someone who would be hungover,” they chuckled lightly before sliding a chair over for Elio to take. “So, if you’re not injured or bumbling drunk, then what brings you here? I don’t recall you ever taking interest in my other work.”
Stupid wasn’t exactly the word Elio would’ve applied to witches. Most he’d known had been anything but. But he knew what Sushim was trying to say. “Always someone trying to make trouble,” stated with a half smile, as though he was amused by the thought, though his words rung true. “I’ve never been opposed to animals, Sushim, just because I don’t drop in all the time doesn’t change that,” now he was smiling, teasing the other, “besides, I don’t recall you taking any interest in my art this time around. When was the last time you dropped by my studio? Can’t I just be here to see a friend?” Things were going to change soon and Elio was actually concerned for Sushim...he knew the oneiroi was powerful–– he knew that what he could do...what he’d be asked to do was going to change everything for them and he couldn’t imagine that was an easy thing to shoulder by oneself. Clearing his throat, Elio straightened, expression taking on a bit of a more serious look, “I wanted to see how you were. That’s all.”
Art is to console those who are broken by life.
Vincent van Gogh (via lazypacific)
Oscar Isaac as Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia in Triple Frontier (2019)
sushkxr-khxtri:
“…So because you decided to have a little too much fun on St. Patrick’s Day and the hospital’s too far away or whatever, it’s my responsibility to take care of you? You know I’m a doctor for animals, right? Though by your actions, I might as well consider you one.”
“Mira,” Elio held up a hand, waving away Khatri’s words, “I didn’t know a witch had spiked everything.” Magically enhanced alcohol was the only way Elio could get buzzed and, even then, it hardly lasted. The benefits of being a basilisk sometimes took the simple pleasures out of life–– getting drunk, for example, wasn’t really a possibility when his system essentially burned up anything toxic that might’ve entered it. His own natural toxicity overpowering anything else’s. “You know I prefer sunglasses when it’s bright out, I’m not hungover.” He insisted again, waving a hand at the mere thought.
everettupshall:
His relief was evident on his face that he didn’t cause a serious injury. “I stuff rocks in here. I thought it would help with strength training,” he joked. “I think it might be my water bottle that adds the most weight. It’s one of the metal ones.”
“I’d believe it,” Elio chuckled lightly, shifting his weight around as he stretched out his foot a bit, “you may as well have put rocks– those water bottles weight five pounds when they’re filled. You could knock someone out.”
professorcollins-stjames:
“I read more than I grade or prepare for future lessons or tests but I get it,” Collins pointed out but he understood the point Elio was making. The vampire wasn’t known to be the most social member within the group and that title remained his for the almost forty years he’d been part of it. “It would not be the worst stereotype to fall under. There are far worse for my kind so no one should be complaining,” he jokingly mused. Collins wasn’t particularly a fan of the basilisk but Collins could put up with Elio more so than others.
“So your students are always waiting on their papers?” Elio grinned, “or is that what TA’s are for?” He assumed Columbia gave a professor of Collins’ status and experience several TA’s. The basilisk had never gone to a conventional university anyway, always art schools throughout the years, so papers weren’t as common a thing he dabbled in. “I suppose not, probably adds to the, you know, off beat professor vibe you’ve got going on.”
Art is not a making-oneself-understood but an urgent understanding-of-oneself. The closer you get in your most intimate and solitary contemplation or imagination (vision), the more has been achieved, even if no one else were to understand it.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “On Solitude,” The Poet’s Guide to Life: The Wisdom of Rilke, ed. and trans. Ulrich Baer (Modern Library, 2005) (via memoryslandscape)
everettupshall:
Everett was holding his backpack in front of him, open as he searched through it for his keys. He knew that was a dangerous thing to do while walking, but he thought he left the stove on and was in a hurry to get home. He didn’t even realize his shoe was untied until he tripped over his shoe lace. He caught himself before he fell on his face, but in an effort to do so, he dropped his backpack on someone’s foot. He began apologizing profusely. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I did not mean to do that. Can you walk on that foot?” He rushed to pick his backpack up.
“Ah, no te preocupas, hermano.” Elio moved his foot around in a circle, “what are you carrying in that bag? It cannot be good for your back.” The sudden weight of it had actually stung but it wasn’t the worst thing to happen to him.
bcthgarrison:
“Somewhat,” the ophidian mused quietly, a fib in the sense that she had taken prime refuge in the library corridors; her avoidance of Cyrus a requisite act she felt vital to adhere to. Perhaps it was for her own sake, the emotional wounds that transpired still fresh, a sting deeper than that which resonated in her elbow. A small smile was produced in tandem with his inquiry, “As if I could be of any assistance,” Beth gave in flippant retort, knowing full well that when it came to fashion and the arts, they may as well have been distant cousins. All the same, the look that sparked on her countenance was indication of agreement, holding her hand out as if to be aided up from her spot.
“You know that’s not true,” Elio smiled, helping her off the couch, “you spend your entire day surrounded by art. Just because it’s not on a canvas doesn’t make it less so,” he mused, pulling on his coat in preparation for the brisk March air the city brought. At least it wasn’t snowing again and the sun was shining a bit more often– something the basilisk was forever grateful for. “We can walk or take the train–– what do you want to do?”
hunter-haller:
Ramsey’s eyes lit up again at the mention of how he as often covered in art materials. A lot of things in the world didn’t make sense to her but that was a language she could always speak. “He sounds delightful. I would like to meet him” She chuckled before her smile seemed to grow at the mention of a show. “Oh wow. Does he? I think that would be a beautiful introduction. “ She added, nodding at the invitation. She was bad with time, but hoped she would remember to come to Chelsea. “ Yes, sometimes public nudity is still frowned on. It seems rather odd. Faces. A lot of faces. Some I’ve met some I wish I have. I like people even if I’m not sure of their opinions of me”
“Well, he’s got a show in a few weeks actually.” Elio smiled and pat the front pocket of his coat as though feeling for something before chuckling, “guess I’m out of cards but it’s going to be in Chelsea–– Elio Alvarez,” he offered his name as a credential by which to search later on. “Do you have more character studies?” He nodded at her sketch book, “once the weather is warmer–– it’s what I prefer. Studying people in their natural habitat.” Leaning back in his seat, Elio glanced out the window as people rushed by, “outdoor seating is good for that.”
Oscar Isaac as Paul Gauguin in At Eternity’s Gate (2018)
