call_me_chas (call_me_chas) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-03-15 20:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | anastasia, chas |
Alley Studio, afternoon, Anastasia and Charlie
Charlie bopped gently to the music from the CD player and almost splashed paint onto a board using a very broad hog hair brush. He was trying to get away from his usual slightly finicky approach to painting and use a much freer style, and so had his eyes and mind wide open. It was going quite well. The colours were zinging and arranging themselves in pleasant swirls that were beginning to look like - something. He wasn't sure what yet.
But absorbed though he was he had half an eye on Anastasia and part of the point of the way he was 'looking' was that he hoped to see if anything odd tried to interfere with her.
So far all he'd seen had been a couple of dozen of the little vagrant pale spots that often accompanied him around the Manor, and one rather worried gentleman in US Army uniform circa 1870 who had pushed back his hat and scowled at a list in his hand before fading into the wall.
So far so good.