Tagress: ParkHe sighed at Moira's reaction, pouring himself a glass as she shoved hers towards Syed. "Yes, it's a little weak, but I'm going to be
painting. You never, ever paint drunk." Heading back to the easel, he settled down, put his drink to the side, and started to prepare his space.
First pulled out a large sheet of paper from his bag, spreading it out on the ground. After that he removed his paints and brushes, spacing them out along the paper so that they did not touch. Since he only had a few hours to paint, he decided to go with acrylic instead of oil, and began to mix his colors.
He needed rich greens for the grass upon which they sat, starting with a bright, brilliant hue for the base and a smaller mix of dark, vibrant green to bring out the highlights. He needed a lovely light blue for the sky above them. He needed pure white for Selan's dress, and pure black for her lovely hair - she was a stunning work in contrasts. And Estelle's hair! That was another beautiful shade of red, so vivid and fiery.
While he was working he noticed Amy coming to watch, eventually rounding up Kapi, and shot her a wide smile. He was so at ease with his paints, not minding that she came to watch him, in fact a little happy. Though he tried not to be an asshole about it, he was a bit of a showoff.
Turning to his canvas, he began his work. First the background, the beauty of the park they had found to spend their day. Then he moved inward, his concentration solely on the art as he only occasionally glanced at the two girls. The other stuff that happened, Lucien's bear, Lisette's flower, he missed. He burned the image in his mind and replicated it on the canvas.
Slowly, over time, it started to come into focus for any who stopped to watch. Two girls in a park, with clear vivid colors, layered onto a bright background. The girl in white was cutting the other's hair, which flew away like little sparks of fire from her scissors. The red-haired girl held a mirror up, admiring the work that was being done to her.
And most of all, they were relaxed, happy, and clearly close friends. There was something simply intimate about the way he painted them, showing their easy friendship in the way they seemed so at ease with each other.