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Re: Oil and Water
« Reply #15 on: August 06, 2012, 04:32:34 PM »
While she drank and heaved, Cicero cleaned himself in the surf as best he could.  His clothes were sopping because he'd moved further in, and the beach dipped sharply beneath the waves.  He was up to his knees a few feet in front of her.  The oil paint was scrubbed from his face, hands and arms.  A little remained on his clothes, but that posed no danger to her.  He returned once he was clean, and stood near her as she gathered herself.

After she fell, he leant down and scooped her up, carrying her bridal style.  He didn't talk into her mind, and intended on taking her to her vehicle.  He would stop if she wished it, however.
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Re: Oil and Water
« Reply #16 on: August 06, 2012, 04:40:18 PM »
Though she initially tensed at his touch, Ami allowed him to pick her up and carry her. Her knees were obviously not going to cooperate with her, and she was just going to embarrass herself if she kept trying. But still. She'd never let anyone carry her if she could avoid it. They only got a few steps before she chuffed, annoyed, and said "Fuck. Shoes."

Even if her legs were working by the time they got to her bike, she wouldn't get far without those.

Then, after a long pause – as if it pained her to admit she wanted to see it, Ami asked "Painting?"


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Re: Oil and Water
« Reply #17 on: August 06, 2012, 04:46:13 PM »
He stopped and turned back in order to get her shoes, but her next request had him from expressionless to grinning in an instant.  He walked with her in his arms over to the canvas, where she would see a generous amount of paint covering it.  He'd focussed on her face, but only a portion of it, with the beach in the background.  With the colours he'd used, it looked like day - vivid blue sky, striking green and blue mixture of surf, with white poufs for the foam.  It wasn't realistic in style, but there was realism to it.  Her face was a little flat, but her eyes had depth, and when she looked a little further, she would see that the daytime beach scene was actually pouring out of her eyes, like a liquid dream.

He held out one of his hands awkwardly as she was looking at the painting, and her shoes flew into them of their own accord.  He would wait here until she was finished looking.

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Re: Oil and Water
« Reply #18 on: August 06, 2012, 05:09:27 PM »
Though her night vision wasn't nearly as good as her companion's, the moon allowed her to see enough of the image that she was immediately captivated by it. The surreal, stylised richness of the landscape, the odd but harmonious flatness of her face, given texture and life by the paint. Posion though it was, Cicero had certainly chosen the right medium for this piece. Only oil could achieve the slight third-dimensional quality the image required. The risk to his subject – calculated or no (and she seriously doubted he'd wanted to see her puke her guts out) – was definitely worth the result. She forgave him for that in an instant.

She was silent as she searched the brightness of the painted landscape. That all of that spilled out of her – was this what he saw when he looked in her head?

Barely distracted by the Force-pull move he pulled on her boots, Ami found herself surprised most of all by how he'd painted her in daylight – so perfect and crystalline, like something from a dream or a long-lost fantasy. Something twisted in her belly, a pain that had nothing to do with poison. The sun had been precious to Cicero, once.

"Thank you," she said, finally. The words felt odd in her mouth, her lips unused to shaping them in earnest.

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Re: Oil and Water
« Reply #19 on: August 07, 2012, 11:45:44 AM »
He kissed her forehead lightly, ducking his head in order to do so whilst lifting her up slightly to meet his lips.

He didn't reply to her mind, the 'your welcome' nature of the kiss had said it all.

He walked with her (and her boots) over the sand all the way to her motorcycle before setting her down on it, trusting that the kick-stand would hold.  It did, though now she was side-saddle upon it.  He handed her the boots and had a peculiar kind of sheepish expression to his face, which she could see easily because he was close to her.
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« Reply #20 on: August 07, 2012, 01:54:22 PM »
For once, Ami simply allowed him to touch her – no tightening of muscles, no wariness as his lips touched her forehead. Because honestly, she didn't mind it.

Though he'd likely seen it while rifling through her memories at some point, the bike he found was a matte black, barebones affair. The only ornamentation was a WWII gas mask cast in chrome (its shine dirtied and scuffed with age) affixed to the front of the bike, beneath the headlamp. Rickety though it seemed, Ami trusted that beast with her life, and she looked more at home on it than she ever had in the motel room.

Reaching out to accept the boots, Ami couldn't helo but notice the expression sitting so oddly on Cicero's normally placid face. Her inquisitively quirked brow asked her question for her. What gives?

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Re: Oil and Water
« Reply #21 on: August 07, 2012, 08:23:53 PM »
The look melted away as he regarded her inquisitive one, then he made a shooing gesture with a slight move of his head.  It was subtle, but Ami was looking at him closely and was sure to catch it.  He then turned and headed back, at a speed much greater than normal, but not so fast she wouldn't catch it.  He was wanting her to know he'd returned down the beach (in order to collect his painting) rather than disappearing before her eyes.

Their night together was over, because he'd decided it.
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Re: Oil and Water
« Reply #22 on: August 08, 2012, 12:25:38 AM »
She would've snorted in response to the 'shoo', but he was already gone. It figured, but it wasn't like he was going to leave that beautiful piece where it was, to let the tide get it. For some reason, she'd been expecting him to...what? Come home with her? Was that really what she wanted?

Fuck, what she wanted was a damn cigarette and a shot and – god, yes – a nap.

That in mind, she tugged her boots on, wiggling her toes and flexing her knees to make sure they were working again. Satisfied that they were, she peeled out of the parking lot with an unhealthy squealing of tires.

Down on the beach Cicero would also find Ami's abandoned carafe – still full of piping hot coffee.