Colors || Emie & Mare
“I didn’t say it was bad. I said it’s used to represent bad things, which is unfair to the color black. It’s unfair to put certain precedents on anything, even colors.” she mused, jade eyes moving to the colors in her bag, studying them for a moment. “I mix cherry and lemon sometimes too.” she said more quietly, letting her hand fall away as Marley took the can of orange and she picked up both greens, dropping the yellow back inside. She started adding a stem to her rose, her hand hooking to create thorns, and she swapped between the shades of green, layering the colors to give them depth. Emie added a few leaves quickly before reaching for the yellow again, spraying a light accent along one edge of the stem, making it pop. “No, we didn’t.” she answered, jade eyes studying her rose as Marley spoke. “I could’ve definitely used the white.” she muttered, shaking her head lightly, seeing the spots where it was needed. Swallowing softly, Emie took a step back,only looking at her rose for a moment longer before her eyes went to Marley’s bird, studying the perfect contrast in the teal and the orange. “What’s her name?”
“I didn’t imply that you meant bad just....you’re right, people usually do. I don’t. I feel safer in the black. It’s brighter to me.” She mutters, shaking the can of orange and looking to Emie’s rose she was working on, back to the bird to add another streak of the orange against it’s belly. She scrunched her nose at her words, the mix of flavors, making her pause to look at her with that scrunch. She couldn’t say anything to it, only a slow and deliberate shake of her head and the look of disbelief in her eyes, though it was jest more than it wasn’t. Marley couldn’t mix those two flavors, they belonged separate and orderly and delicious. She nodded though, at the need for white. “White and black next time. The cement helps a little for white but you have to take the image in your mind and flip it to see where not to paint so you don’t screw it up because you can’t get that cement back if you douse it in a color, it’s gone.” She mutters, obviously talking about taking into account the places white was needed for details and accents, it was a lot of seeing a few steps ahead. Marley dropped her hand after another stroke of orange, happy enough but more concerned with subway times and she crouched down to snap the lids on the cans she was done with, tucking them back into Emie’s bag before she heard and looked up to jade eyes, then to the bird on the wall. Her head shook though just as quickly. “No name. Doesn’t need one from me.” She tells her, standing back up and rubbing the palms of her hands on her jeans to rid them of that fine layer of paint dust.
