patience montgomery is fierce and kind (rupatientia) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-09-20 13:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | - retired: roger davies, patience montgomery |
Who: Patience and Roger
What: sitting for a painting.
When: Sunday [backdated]
Where: Roger's flat.
Warnings: TBA
Status: In progress
It had been a strange time for Patience, after the transformation. The pull of the moon its affect on her mood that she'd experienced leading up to the full was gone, and yet she still felt... unsettled. Even more unsettled than she had after being bitten, for reasons that she couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was one thing to encounter another beast and survive, and yet another to become so familiar with the beast inside of her.
She understood, now, how it could change not only a person's life but their very being, their personality, their sense of self. She was determined to regain her sense of peace with herself that she'd had before the bite, however, and had spent much of her free time since the full in meditation.
And this, being painted, was a part of it too. She wanted to see it on a canvas, what she'd become, wanted Roger and his artist's eye to help her find out who she was, now. She hoped he'd be able to offer quite a bit of insight, even if only in the form of his work.
She Apparated to a place not far from his flat and walked the rest of the way, enjoying the feeling of the wind in her hair and the sun on her face. She was more aware of the elements than ever, not necessarily because her senses were heightened (it was hard to tell, at this point in the month, whether they were or not) but because she felt rather elemental herself. Primal, like the beast inside her. She was working on completely accepting that, and finding comfort in it.
Arriving at his door, she knocked, running a hand through her windblown hair. She was already smiling, cheeks a little pink from the walk, dressed normally in a plain, light blue, loose and airy long-sleeved shirt, accompanied by loose-fitting jeans and the comfortable sandals she usually wore when she left the house.