A knock sounds on the actress's door, the painter attempting to keep his stance tall as he holds his completed work. "Happy birthday, Violetta." Even if the words do not reflect in his face or voice, the painting depicts delicate silk strings, as if gossamer, framing the stage at Moon River: though, artistic liberty is taken to ensure that it appears the stage is glowing even as light filters through the curtains at the side in visible rays, that the petals of all colors lining the floor like a carpet are bringing further life upon it. "If you need me to help hang this up somewhere, I can do that for you." Edgar was not one for portraits, and for once, instead of his shoddy and rushed sketches in matches, he wanted to paint something of importance. Something other than a quick impression that he had barely any time to properly put to canvas, other than the most surface-level kind of catering to someone possible.
When she opened the door her limbs froze in place, not expecting to see Edgar ( @whispering-brushes ) on the other side, even less with him holding a finished canvas. Thanks to the special occasion she has an excuse to take off her mask, giving her a small break from the role she's been playing for years. Her birthday... she doesn't know if it really is on January 2nd, no one ever bothered to tell her when she was born, not even the man she called her father. And yet, it just feels right, to have a whole day for herself.
"M-Mister Valden..." The woman with braids looks around in nervousness, unsure on what to do. Besides the happy wishes from most people and the costumes she was given, getting such a meaningful gesture isn't something she could've seen coming, much less something as intricate as a full painting from the other brunette. "There's no need! I... I appreciate it, a lot. Y-you went through the effort of making this beautiful piece... That's more that I can ask for." Violetta grabs the finished artwork, carefully, appreaciating the picture like it was made of glass, not wanting to ruin it with her hands. She hopes that he understands her reasons for not using his help, believing that it would be more of an inconvenience than she currently is - kindness isn't something that she takes for granted. At least one thing is certain: She loves the gift.
