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Title: light
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Jared, Joshua
Prompt: 020 "Colourless"
Word Count: 114
Rating: G
Notes: It was, apparently, an artistic affront that ice and snow could not actually be painted in their nearly luminescent state, instead through the suggestion of light through the use of opaque highlights. Beware of determined artists.
Well before either of the wars; Jared is Ruadhan’s oldest child, a writer. Joshua is Fintain’s eldest, an artist.
Tail end of an argument I didn’t hear the beginning of.
"Look," Joshua said, setting down a pale-tinted paintbrush like he would have much rather have thrown it at something, "--do you stop writing just because someone somewhere out there's probably already done it?"
"--no." The idea was, in fact, really much more a challenge than a deterrent. But then, he'd never deluded himself with the idea that he was modest.
"Then why should I?" Joshua smiled up at him. "There's a way to do it--I just need to figure it out."
On anyone else, the smile would have been determined, if sunny. On Joshua, to whom sunny and determined were very nearly default settings, it was a little frustrated and irritable, beneath the good humour.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Jared, Joshua
Prompt: 020 "Colourless"
Word Count: 114
Rating: G
Notes: It was, apparently, an artistic affront that ice and snow could not actually be painted in their nearly luminescent state, instead through the suggestion of light through the use of opaque highlights. Beware of determined artists.
Well before either of the wars; Jared is Ruadhan’s oldest child, a writer. Joshua is Fintain’s eldest, an artist.
Tail end of an argument I didn’t hear the beginning of.
"Look," Joshua said, setting down a pale-tinted paintbrush like he would have much rather have thrown it at something, "--do you stop writing just because someone somewhere out there's probably already done it?"
"--no." The idea was, in fact, really much more a challenge than a deterrent. But then, he'd never deluded himself with the idea that he was modest.
"Then why should I?" Joshua smiled up at him. "There's a way to do it--I just need to figure it out."
On anyone else, the smile would have been determined, if sunny. On Joshua, to whom sunny and determined were very nearly default settings, it was a little frustrated and irritable, beneath the good humour.
