jet_steel (jet_steel) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-03-04 09:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2018 march, ~25 points, ~~adrian ivashkov (jet_steel), ~~clark griffin (skaiprincess) |
Who: Adrian and Clarke
What: Talking about art and supplies
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Galatea's art supplies
Warnings: Unlikely
Status: Closed, in progress
The whole memory thing had been weird. In a way he'd been to blame for the whole thing, since Sydney was trying to fix him, but he'd also been one of the least affected. He'd been happier not remembering who he was. When it came down to it, he didn't like himself very much most of the time, at least not when he really thought about it, which was why he tried to avoid deep thoughts altogether and focus on having a good time to distract himself.
When his memory came back all at once like that, it was harder to ignore. It sort of forced him to reflect on things like who he was, who he wanted to be, what he was doing here, and he'd been in a pensive mood the past few days as a result.
He was out for a walk on Sunday afternoon, because all this thinking was slightly less uncomfortable when he was moving. He was walking down one of the main streets in town, looking in the windows, when one caught his eye - an art supply store. The beautiful rainbows of colored pencils, pastels, and paints made him fondly remember his art classes at St. Vladimir's. They were the only classes he hadn't disliked, and the only classes he'd been able to consistently do well in.
On an impulse, he turned and went into the store to look at all the beautiful things more closely. Who knows, maybe he'd even buy a pad and start drawing. It's not like he had anything better to do.