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log: a tour of repose(oliver, jude, & misha)
Who: Oli, Jude, Misha
What: Wandering, and introductions
Where: Carnival(mostly)
When: Just after this.
Warnings: Nah.
[With death's door of lost artisan dreams left like breadcrumbs behind them(not to be followed back, but eaten by birds, maybe lost forever, maybe that was okay), the brothers left their pondering of the art store with fingers linked. Autumn was beginning to mature all of their leaves from youthful green into bold, matronly red-gold. Oliver liked this part of the season best because everyday it was different, and he'd always enjoyed landscape as much as he enjoyed portraits. There wasn't a real season that contributed to his gray days, this entire summer had been gray for him, and that had nothing to do with the weather. Winters could be gray, because the sky was too, but things generally brightened up around Christmas because, while there was no attachment to virgin mothers or wise men, Oliver liked bright blinking lights and tacky amounts of tinsel just fine. They had a while to go until then, and there would be more gray days than bright ones in the between, but today… Oliver seemed okay. Okay, if not a little careful.
The art store had been a sad experience, but not necessarily a depressing one. He worried that it might have saddened Jude more than it saddened himself, because the magic of it was gone, so far gone that Oliver couldn't imagine it coming back to him. In the same way children inevitably grew out of believing fables, Oliver would have to grow out of his belief of safe spaces. He didn't know if there was such a thing anymore, aside from the place that Jude and him shared in the woods. That was theirs, and that was safe, and not even his nightmares would allow for it to be considered as otherwise.
Oliver lured his brother away from Sonrisa with a promise of better places, spots that he found to be brighter than the darkness that a redhead woman had cast upon his one-time sanctuary. He took Jude on a tour of Repose with many spots, they walked everywhere for hours, and Oliver showed Jude some of the little places that he'd found peace at.
There were the traintracks where he'd met Gwen, those chalk flowers he'd drawn on the metal were long washed away from weather by now, but Oliver described them with fond recollection of every petal. He walked them to the diner where he'd met Billy, and Oliver ordered them some pie to pick over with forks, sugar much-needed during this midday hike. After that, there was a bench, where the boys sat and contemplated the shapes of clouds while Oliver doodled on a stack of paper napkins swiped from the diner. There was always a marker in one of his pockets, and this time he used it to depict some of the people that passed them on the main street. They wandered through the secondhand bookstore for the better part of an hour, and after that, when it was finally beginning to get a little darker, dusk arriving just in time while the boys made their way through town and toward the carnival, which was beginning to light up colorful and bright as the sun went down.]
Misha works here. He plays music. I thought we could see his show.
What: Wandering, and introductions
Where: Carnival(mostly)
When: Just after this.
Warnings: Nah.
[With death's door of lost artisan dreams left like breadcrumbs behind them(not to be followed back, but eaten by birds, maybe lost forever, maybe that was okay), the brothers left their pondering of the art store with fingers linked. Autumn was beginning to mature all of their leaves from youthful green into bold, matronly red-gold. Oliver liked this part of the season best because everyday it was different, and he'd always enjoyed landscape as much as he enjoyed portraits. There wasn't a real season that contributed to his gray days, this entire summer had been gray for him, and that had nothing to do with the weather. Winters could be gray, because the sky was too, but things generally brightened up around Christmas because, while there was no attachment to virgin mothers or wise men, Oliver liked bright blinking lights and tacky amounts of tinsel just fine. They had a while to go until then, and there would be more gray days than bright ones in the between, but today… Oliver seemed okay. Okay, if not a little careful.
The art store had been a sad experience, but not necessarily a depressing one. He worried that it might have saddened Jude more than it saddened himself, because the magic of it was gone, so far gone that Oliver couldn't imagine it coming back to him. In the same way children inevitably grew out of believing fables, Oliver would have to grow out of his belief of safe spaces. He didn't know if there was such a thing anymore, aside from the place that Jude and him shared in the woods. That was theirs, and that was safe, and not even his nightmares would allow for it to be considered as otherwise.
Oliver lured his brother away from Sonrisa with a promise of better places, spots that he found to be brighter than the darkness that a redhead woman had cast upon his one-time sanctuary. He took Jude on a tour of Repose with many spots, they walked everywhere for hours, and Oliver showed Jude some of the little places that he'd found peace at.
There were the traintracks where he'd met Gwen, those chalk flowers he'd drawn on the metal were long washed away from weather by now, but Oliver described them with fond recollection of every petal. He walked them to the diner where he'd met Billy, and Oliver ordered them some pie to pick over with forks, sugar much-needed during this midday hike. After that, there was a bench, where the boys sat and contemplated the shapes of clouds while Oliver doodled on a stack of paper napkins swiped from the diner. There was always a marker in one of his pockets, and this time he used it to depict some of the people that passed them on the main street. They wandered through the secondhand bookstore for the better part of an hour, and after that, when it was finally beginning to get a little darker, dusk arriving just in time while the boys made their way through town and toward the carnival, which was beginning to light up colorful and bright as the sun went down.]
Misha works here. He plays music. I thought we could see his show.