Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dean tried hard to ignore the look Seamus was giving him, and he honestly could have done, but he sort of didn't want to. Seamus was right, he had been thinking about it what he might like to paint since Seamus asked. If he was brutally honest with himself, and these days he apparently was being, what he wanted to do was spend an hour painting an incredibly intricate half-mask fashioned after something vaguely Venetian, but with colours and many more fine details and outline work, but he knew that if he spent that volume of time he'd be half way to combustion by the time he was done. "Well," he said, scrunching his face up in a frown. "You did say artistic, right?" He sounded tentative. He had a couple of ideas that would look amazing, but one of them would mean a lot of using his hands to make it look right and as much as he really preferred the style because it was one of his absolute favourites (although he rarely used it himself) he didn't think he could handle that right now.
"I have an idea," he said, "And I could do it in Kenmare colours but I reckon you'd end up looking kind of ill," he said, pretending to assess Seamus' face. Not that he needed to. The example he knew was red and blue but he thought maybe a different combination would work better, he did a quick run down in his head and rejected the orange given Seamus' thoughts on the Cannons right now. "How do you feel about purple and green?" he asked, the image starting to form in his mind. He could switch the red for green and the blue for purple. The contour pattern would be striking without meaning he had to get too close for too long.
Dean couldn't help but grin at the compliment, he'd enjoyed hiding his face for the day and had been pleased how it turned out. He only flickered his eyes at the ground in slight embarrassment, feeling his cheeks invisibly heat. "Thanks," he said. When Seamus reached out a hand he pulled his head back, but not far enough that Seamus would actually miss. He couldn't help but smirk and waggle his eyebrows as Seamus' fingers came away clean. "Magic, man. I didn't do it for anyone else, but I needed mine to stick."