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johnwick (johnwick) wrote in madisonvalley,

Violet Parr & John Wick
Art was something John had little first-hand experience at making though he had a healthy appreciation for it as an observer.

"I got black because it won't show stains as badly. I love a gi for physical training since they move well and aren't very hot. By hot I mean they don't cause excessive sweating. Obviously that was what I meant."

John sat down abruptly in order to try to take the focus away from his inability to make sensible conversation. He leafed through a stack of carving designs to occupy his attention. There was no reason to keep staring at Violet when he had a plausible reason to be distracted away from her. It was supposed to be easy. Training her. She was too young for him to have any thoughts of her other than as a mentor.

Except she wasn't too young, was she? Helen had told John he seemed ageless to her. An immortal wandering around in the company of mortals, trying and failing to understand their world while hoping no one noticed him for his otherness.

Holding up a design featuring a wolf baying at the moon, John said, "I think this one speaks to me. I understand his motivations. What do you think? Halloween-themed enough?"

Romani didn't celebrate Halloween in the way traditionally accepted in most of the world. Their people respected the dead more than the living in many ways; costumes were considered an affront to their family line unless they were dressing for a true celebration among their own people. John had never carved a pumpkin in his life. He did feel comfortable enough with a knife to believe he could mimic the design using a stencil. He took his knife out and released the blade, giving it a thorough look before determining it would do for the work he needed on the pumpkin.

"Is this part of the regular season at home for you? Pumpkin carving? Costumes? Candy?"

Violet had grown up in a world where superheroes were not confined to the pages of comic books. What was the holiday like for people who could literally do things which seemed like magic?