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[pacifidive]

@paintsoul​ ( said ) : "Do you long for the ocean as well?" The near ethereal man comes to stand next to the other, dressed in silks and gems. He hadn't had a chance to change, not before getting wholly distracted, that is. Another painting of the sea, but just the sea and not someone like him longingly looking at it. 

"Do you want to go there?" The prince asked, turning towards the other with a smile.

         ❛ I do━ ❜

The words leave his mouth before full realization someone stood next to him washes in. Honest, filled with longing. It never mattered how long he’d been away, that feeling  always  came back. Rushing in,  pulling  him back with the  weight  of an anchor. In person or on canvas, the sea had such a way of captivating him. ( Calming waves, shades of blue that mirrored the tide of his soul. )

Smiling breezily, Kohl turns his head. Silks, gems, the air of regality that overpowered that of simple mage’s casual attire catches him off guard.

                           ━━━━ Beautiful.

It’s the first thought that comes to mind. ( In a different way than the painting before them, but beautiful all the same. ) One that lingers until he’s met with another question and  brought back up to the surface.

        ❛ I do━ ❜ echoing himself, the brief disconnect is swept away. The breezy smile returns, his shoulders settle, and thoughtfully his eyes drift back to the painting. ❛ If I’m honest━ I never want to leave. It’s home. ❜ A pause, and a glance back over, lets silence hang for a moment. ❛ Longing is. . . how did you know? Does it call to you, too? ❜

[groovepawn]

@paintsoul​ asked: "You know, making clothes like this is just the same as art." Roman hums, looking over the Gatto Nero clothes displayed before him. Strange that he of all people was commenting on such a brand, considering his more princely attire. Either he just walked out of ConyxCony or something else was going on. "You should be proud of your work. All artists should be."

She was a characteristically modest person, forever humble in her passion for design, but she couldn't help feeling especially shy when such an attractive person complimented her. A hand raises to cover her cheek as it gradually shifted a shade more flattered. What a handsome and well-dressed boy!

"Thank you so much, I agree wholeheartedly," she replies with a smile, "nothing makes me happier than knowing people enjoy wearing my clothes." It was less about praise, and more-so about the feelings that came from her hard work. "You're too kind." She bows her head a bit.

[queensconquest]

@paintsoul​ said: "I'm not too familiar with makeup." The prince says truthfully, looking at all the products that Vil had set out before him. "I've never needed it," Being the work of art that he was, he saw no reason to change how he was portrayed in any kind of light. But Vil's speaking on makeup had made him curious. "I can't even be sure that it'll stick, being as I'm made of paint, but you're welcome to try. I'm always up for a new experience."

    A  pleased  smile  rested  on  Vil’s  features  as  he  observed  the  prince  in  front  of  him  as  he  walked  around  him  in  a  circle  ,  seeming  to  get  a  feel  for...something.  Undoubtedly  considering  colors  and  what  precisely  he  wanted  to  do  now  that  the  opportunity  to  try  his  skills  on  him.

   “  No  ,  I  don’t  imagine  you  would.  And  I  assume  what  you  might  know  is  probably  with  outdated  cosmetics  and  makeup  styles.  “  Vil  inferred  as  he  looked  down  to  the  cosmetics  to  pick  out  precisely  what  he  wanted  now  that  he  was  here  before  him.  “  Maybe  not.  It  could  be  fun  though  to  find  out  ,  and  it’d  potentially  open  up  lots  of  new  possibilities  for  you  if  it  does.  “  And  although  it  wasn’t  Vil’s  area  of  expertise  ,  he  was  curious  to  see  how  things  did  or  didn’t  effect  him  ,  like  makeup  or  other  outfits.  Could  he  simply  take  them  ,  or  would  this  form  before  him  need  it  drawn  on  like  body  paint  ?  

   Vil  pointed  at  the  chair  next  to  the  table.  “  Please  ,  take  a  seat.  We’ll  get  started  and  see.  I  have  a  few  different  types  too  just  in  case  one  type  doesn’t  work  but  another  does.  “  The  Beauty  Queen  was  always  prepared  for  different  outcomes  and  possibilities  or  emergencies  of  course.  

[bravewielder]

@paintsoul​ | Ｒｏｍａｎ Ｅｒａｍｕｓ; spoke  ┈ ✧

“  i think it’s okay to be lonely sometimes.  i think that’s when you learn the most about who and what you are.  and who you want to be.  ”

Roman smiles, but it's not happiness that is behind it. Just the opposite really. A sad smile for a sad, lonely, little prince. He pretends the loneliness doesn't eat him up inside on occasion - but he is also strong enough to look beyond it on most days. It's a never ending cycle, one he will not be escaping any time soon. For over 200 years has it gone strong, and maybe for another 200 will it continue to do so. He hardly recognizes it as an issue anymore. Being alone? It was normal for the isolated prince.

“ Who do you want to be? ” He asks with a more sincere look now. Best not to get lost in his own thoughts, he was focusing on the other's problem, after all.

✧ ✦ ✧ ― For a moment Riku fell into his thoughts and stared at his own hands, which, to his quiet wonderment, were now merely a flecks of color blended together with careful brushstrokes to bring out the warmth of his flesh. Even now his body was still adjusting to this new environment he found himself in.

What the Prince had said rang true... It was in those most vulnerable moments when he was alone, did he manage to intimately learn of who he truly was. His deepest most darkest thoughts... Sometimes he also had to be careful not to fall in too deeply into them. For that he had to learn how to control it. To control himself. To control the Darkness. This was a path he had willingly chosen for himself. And with the circumstance he found himself back then, he had no choice but to go it alone.

But even when he thought his choice had been noble, he still got scolded for it in the end.

‘ Seriously, Riku…! Why were you trying to do so much on your own? You’ve got friends—you have us! ’

Looking back on it now, he acknowledged that that part of him had been foolish to think he had to always do things on his own. In those times, the loneliness ate him up inside it was almost too unbearable. He knows that feeling all too well. Could the Prince be feeling the exact same kind of loneliness? For how long had he endured this kind of life?  

“  I learned... That it’s not who I want to be that matters, ” he concludes with a shake of his head, teal gaze finally looking up at the Prince’s face, and taking a step closer towards them. “ What matters is who my friends want me to be. I want for them to be able to rely on me. No matter what. ”

Then, drawing caution, Riku gently places his hand firmly over the Prince’s. “ And if you want to rely on me to stay, as your friend, just say the word. ” he bravely declares. “ I’m not leaving you here alone. ”  

[cluelessmuses]

[   @paintsoul​  |  call   ]

A  small  walk  around  the  manor  to  check  in  on  everyone,  optionally  leave  some  support  in  form  of  bottle  of  wine,  whisky  or  whatever  other  alcohol  she’s  able  to  provide.  After  checking  on  most  of  survivors  she  noticed  Roman.  Well,  he  wasn’t  much  of  survivor,  at  least  never  seen  him  invited.  Not  enough  to  exclude  him  from  the  usual  run  though

“  Hey  love,  you’re  doing  okay?  “   Without  a  moment  to  waste,  she  sat  down  next  to  a  guy.  Bottle  in  one  hand  swiftly  opened,  before  offering  her  bucket  with  rest  of  drinks   “  I  know  you  weren’t  in  any  matches,  but  hey,  would  you  like  one?  Might  as  well  enjoy  yourself  while  you’re  stuck.  “

[cornerstonc]

@paintsoul сказал(а): alskdjfsdf i’m sorry my quiz called you out

fjfiea i mean. isn’t that why we take personality quizzes in the first place? 6~6;;

[pacifidive]

       ❛ When I was young I used to sneak out early to listen to the whales sing. ❜

When he closes his eyes, he can  still  hear them. The tide of his breathing slows for a moment. Lost in reverie his hands absently toy with droplets of water,  spinning  and  twisting  them into small starfish. 

         ❛ I got in trouble every time . . . but it always felt like they weren’t just singing. ❜  Calling, rather. From the deepest part of the sea, to any soul like theirs lost on shore. ❛ Something I couldn’t just ignore. ❜ Kohl’s brow knits lightly, a pensive expression foreign on his face no matter how fleeting it was.  ❛ Have you heard whale song before? ❜

✧・ﾟ:*  @paintsoul​​ /  perm starter call. »

[cantuscorvi]

"Forgive me for asking but...." The well dressed young man shifts a little nervously infront of the elder. He's definitely intimidating, that's for sure. But Roman takes a deep breath, "May I pet your dog?" He asks politely, with his eyes shining like light reflecting off water.

Raum had stopped at a bench at the park, in order to give Solomon water. Although the little pug was energetic, he would tire out after short bursts. And so, Raum usually folded out a small rubber bowl for the dog, filling it with some water from a bottle. He sat down at the bench and sighed, contemplated lighting a cigarette while he waited for Solomon to finish grunting into the dish. That is, until he saw someone approach.

Raum glanced at him, eyes giving a quick once over examination. The demon couldn't help noticing the other's appearance, masculine but somewhat pretty... almost like a painting of a person, than a real one. Intrigued, he tilted his head curiously before speaking.

"You may. Careful though - once you start, he won't want you to stop."

At his approach, Solomon's head perked up - eyes a little feral and mouth dripping water. The pug grunted at him, wiggling his tail in anticipation of attention.