Refined Craft
A/N: just a tale of tdrc featuring krispin, who’s musing on the way his painting skill blossomed.^^
Word Count: 553
TW: None
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Through a window, a breeze slips into a room where a delicate fragrance fills it. It deepens the warmth with it's presence. It sways some floral curtains, rushing in a path.
Some paint supplies clutter across a long table, where paintbrushes and pencils rest upon each other, and dried acrylic smears edges of a palette. A canvas sits on an easel, coated in small traces of colors.
On a corner, he steps to where a crystal case shelters a batch of random flowers reclines.
Breathing in it's scent, Krispin draws it into his lungs. He trails the lines of a leaf, examining it's pattern. He slides a finger across it's stem, grazing his thumb beneath it's petals. He lowers his head and inhales it while his eyes close briefly.
After a long day, he sought for solitude in his art room. To get a paintbrush and streak a canvas with hues of colors. To paint an illustration of intricate scenery.
However, his mind didn't cooperate and he resolved to sitting on a chair. Glancing at a window, searching for anything to evoke his imagination.
Yet he keeps looking at a batch of random flowers from a crystal vase. Containing different colors of several hues. A part of him wants to create an arrangement of sorts, just to keep it in home.
Unfortunately, he doesn't have much floral arrangement equipment. He had gotten this house a while ago and he's yet to have it completely organized.
It's something that he didn't think he'd ever be doing while he worked in the manor before. Back then, he only cleaned up fireplaces and complied to orders. If he hadn't escaped, he probably wouldn't have gotten any freedom.
He gets surprised at how much art he can find while arranging flowers into a bouquet. Searching for what colors can be complements and contrasts of each other. Trimming some parts of them to gain room for other blooms to be included. Taking care of plants that needs to grow into complete blossom.
Maybe Krispin can have a garden of his own. A place where flowers and other plants can thrive. It can also be a spot, where he can paint in. Surrounded by serenity he can bask in.
Being a floral designer has helped him to grow his artistic skills. Figuring out how to gather flowers together, pick on what might provide ease for a customer. He draws sketches or paintings based on arrangements that he worked on.
When he paints or does a floral arrangement, he's filled with clarity. Pouring those ideas from his imagination, bringing his creativity to what he enjoys doing. In a way, it's an enchantment he can drift into. Exploring the beauty of nature, expressing his admiration for it.
He sets the flower down, riveting his gaze on a pink rose. With a deep tint over it's petals.
With a constriction in his chest, he reaches for it. He inhales and his heart twinges between an ease and an ache.
There's comfort in stroking flower petals. It's soft texture soothing his nerves, clearing his mind when things get difficult.
Even if he struggles on handling his devastation about his best friend, he still tries holding on. It's how he won't be drained from it.
Remaining close to the rose, he finds relief in it's softness and sighs.
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