medusen_hapt (medusen_hapt) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-05-10 09:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | arkady von wulf, colette leroy |
Who: Lettie & Arkady
What: Wherein Dutch metal, watercolor painting, and dinner collide.
When: 8 PM on May 9th
Where: Lettie's Trailer
Rating. Moderate, for mild gore and self mutilation in the name of art.
According to the weather application on her crappy, refurbished phone, the sun had set at exactly 7:58 that evening in an explosive symphony of fiery orange and bruised violet, spilling long shadows across the hard, dry earth that crept into every corner and settled in for the night. Ok, so the app hadn't said anything about that last part, but realistically, Lettie wouldn't have noticed anyway; she had her blinds drawn, and a dozen candles scattered around the inside of her trailer, dripping wax that hardened on every service into craggy, jagged veins were the only source of light. Fortunately, it was all she needed to see her work by.
Where is the edge of your darkest emotions? Why does it all survive? Where is the light of your deepest devotions? I pray that it's still alive...
Bobbing her head to the bass line of some Dutch metal band she'd picked up during their recent tour of a major city, her nose pressed almost into the canvas in front of her, and a brush poised like a dagger in her left hand, Lettie nearly missed the languid knock at her door. Almost. The subtle vibrations that radiated out through the frame, climbing the roof of the trailer and crawling across the floor seeped into her, buzzing subtly under her skin. She twitched, and the spell that had kept her glued to her easel all day broke.
Letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, Lettie tucked the brush behind her ear, set her palette down on a rusty, battered stool, and padded barefoot across the carpet. The hinges screeched in protest as she hauled the door open, and bright moonlight came flooding joyously in. Lettie checked a soft hiss, but threw a hand up to shield her eyes, one a pale milky white, obviously blind and bearing the evidence of scar tissue as though someone had tried to gouge it out, the other a matte black, pupil-less and dead, like a shark's. Blinking heavily, she squinted to make out her visitor.