Shadow the Hedgehog (chaosheart) wrote in oldredux, @ 2011-01-31 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | shadow::chaosheart |
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*a familiar sight to the network by now. The room is lined with a multitude of canvases, many on the walls, just as many leaning up against them or put into careful stacks and piles. The room is meticulously organized but filled nearly to bursting, it seems, with art supplies and projects in various stages of completion*
*in the midst of it all near the window where a view of the moonlit snow covered city is easily seen, stands an easel, complete with canvas. The figure standing before it is familiar as well. Slender and lean, fur and quills blacker than the dark sky outside, but streaked with bright red and a splash of white at the chest, the hotel's resident painter seems to be hard at work at his latest picture. He also appears to be... singing?!*
*interspersed with periods of just humming, that rich familiar voice is singing along with the song that seems to be playing quietly in the background. He only seems to be singing the parts he particularly likes, though*
I want revenge~ I want control~
*He dabs his paintbrush into a bit of the bright blue on his palette and works on the figure he's carefully painting, humming briefly for a moment as he does*
... I want to break out~ I want to dive in~ To lose myself in sin~
*he tilts his head a little, looking over the equally familiar figure he seems to be painting, if the blue sweeping quills are any indication. Brings the end of his brush to his lips, thoughtfully, biting the tip of it as he looks the painting over, still humming, quietly, before he goes back to work*
... I want to feel~ I want to touch~ I want to stop wanting it so much~ ... Just wanting... I'm just wanting~
*smirks a little as he lets his brush work along the curve of what appears to be the figure's tail, just a delicate little flick*
... desire~
*a little pause, looking his work over, before he gives a faint sigh at himself, the smirk softening to something entirely different, warm and almost wistful, before he goes back to just humming, dipping his brush into the cleaning jar he has, leaving it there for the moment as he lifts another from it, wiping it on the rag he's holding against the bottom of his palette, and goes back to work with a soft fawn colour this time, unaware he's being watched*
(( Be careful, Redux. Your Bitty appears to have grown up a bit in the last five or six months~ Can you tell him apart from his Father? ♥ ))