Who: Tristan What: Insecurities and the need for privacy (Closed Narrative) Where: Hamartia 605 When: During this Warnings: None
Five thousand dollars.
It was so much more than he'd ever sold any other painting for. It was crazy. And it was brought on by whatever it was that was causing them to share each others' memories. Definitely not the most traditional way to sell a painting. And five thousand dollars would pay their rent and their bills for months to come. Maybe even through the winter. Hell, he could probably even afford a bit of a shopping spree at the art supply store.
But.
It came at the cost of connecting his name to his art to that memory, whatever was in it. And the fact that he didn't know what was in it made him uneasy.
It took nearly half an hour before he came up with a solution, and he wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of it sooner. He almost always sold his things through a gallery, and he was sure that they'd be more than happy to get their take of this sale. It would mean a reduction in what he ended up getting, but at the sort of price that was being offered, that wasn't too much of a hardship.
He dug around his room until he found his phone, then called the gallery as he posted a question to the forum comments.