J'mon Sa Ord (devossa) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-07 16:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, shaun gilmore |
WHO: J'mon Sa Ord & Shaun Gilmore
WHAT: Gift-giving.
WHEN: Friday, May 7th, Evening
WHERE: J'mon's Room (Sorry, Nicky)
STATUS: Complete
WARNINGS: Probably NSFW.
The thought had been floating idly around in their mind for a while now, but it was only that afternoon when the room was quiet and the sun was shining warmly in through the windows that they had actually started working on it. It was just a little thing - a trinket, really - as there were some constraints that came with the Marvelous Pigments that had to be taken into account. But it was turning out well so far. J'mon had sketched out each of the pieces individually, carefully mixing colors and making sure each line was absolutely perfect before the paint dried, the magic coalesced, and the pieces popped off the page. Then they'd delicately and painstakingly began assembling them all together. In another life, J'mon had done quite a lot of work like this. It was how they'd met Senokir, and why they had so many tools and bits and bobs on them when they'd arrived in the hotel. The two liked to swap interesting pieces of jewelry, and the gensai was all too happy to make a custom piece for an old friend. Much of the jewelry they wore now had been crafted by him at some point in time. And while it had been such a long time since they had made anything themself, they found that they remembered the technique just as well as if they had never stopped. Brass dragons were notorious for two things, after all. Their love of conversation, yes. But also their love of finely wrought hand-crafted items. It was no wonder that J'mon had tried their hand at it. They had only just finished the delicate inscription on the inside of the metal and had moved to heat up the kettle when the door opened and Gilmore - with all his usual bravado - strolled in. The smirk J'mon wore hid absolutely nothing, but they did their best to try to maintain their usual calm, confident demeanor. They motioned to the box of tea they'd brought up from the lounge downstairs. "Pick something before you get comfortable, pet," they said in Marquesian. It had become a habit to just slip back into their language when the two of them were together. Gilmore's gift was sitting innocuously on one of the bookshelves, where it looked like it could be any other pretty little thing that J'mon collected. A hoard had begun to gather here, to the surprise of absolutely no one. But they also tried to be respectful of their new roommate's space as well. "Were you working on anything interesting today?" they asked, just making idle conversation while the kettle heated. Tea first. Then showering Gilmore with all the treasures he deserved. |