[ ( baraqiel voice ) i will plant the seeds of chaos and reap what grows from others running with it ]
Most gossip is trite. But, sometimes, interesting things can be heard from it. I've used it to my advantage back home, and could easily here, if I were in a position where it mattered.
Not at great length, no. Nothing can be named, especially in my case, since I don't come from a world that has similar countries like half of you. The number of people that know what "Japan" is, but has different variations, for example.
[ really glad that i helped cause the rumor mill chaos tbh ]
[ he scoots in closer now, not enough to crowd, but more to get a better view polaris makes a soft curious noise and his nose pokes up somewhat before his paws also reach the table. polaris would also would like to see, his tail wagging softly. ]
Perhaps. [ they roll their shoulder to get their cloak out of the way a bit, holding the inkbrush naturally as they swirl the end in the ink. ] I was the one that did the portraits on the scrolls, so it's not as if I haven't already.
[ that said, they start to draw out the borders easily, no further gold dust in sight.
( char voice ) what do you mean baraqiel is hua cheng ]
[ he'll observe quietly. some questions though because kaeya's an observant bitch. what is his technique like re: the familiarity of the brush hold, also do the implements look used (even if well taken-care of).
this is probably the quietest kaeya has ever been, he's watching a silent story lay itself out. you don't interrupt Art. ]
[ the hold is loose and fluid, but clearly practiced, and baraqiel has no difficulty in adjusting the pressure or giving a twist of the wrist to change the density of ink, the shape that's being laid out by the brush, the thickness of the lines. it's a liyue style, if he had to compare it to something he's familiar with.
and the brush looks more new, but still used, if properly maintained.
it all starts out black and white, but a market starts to form, slowly if surely. baraqiel says nothing while working. ]
[ aloud: ] It looks a little some of the art from Liyue... such an elegant hand.
[ he'll enjoy his drink as the buildings form with baraquiel's steady hand. it's impressive, no doubt, and he can't help but smile behind his glass as he and polaris watch the painting come to life on the page. ]
[ baraqiel does not look up, focusing on the task easily even while speaking. once they seem done with the work so far, they reach over to clean the brush on the edge of the ink tray, giving it a tap. tap. tap. before the ink changes to red with a shimmer of dust. ]
I did, yes. Over a very long period of time. [ accents begin to form in the red wash of ink, blending in some places with the black where it's still wet, an intentional mixing of color. ]
It's a place similar to Xie Lian's home from what I've learned over time. It's a very beautiful landscape, rich culture, even richer food...
[ a wistful sigh. he leans one of his cheeks (face) into his palm and continues to watch the red wash over the picture. he thinks about baraqiel, painting each of their portraits. as he looks into his glass, blinking slowly to collect his thoughts. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Gossip? Baraqiel, I didn't take you for the sort. Then again, you have your own sort of sense of humor about you, so I shouldn't put it past you.
no subject
Most gossip is trite. But, sometimes, interesting things can be heard from it. I've used it to my advantage back home, and could easily here, if I were in a position where it mattered.
no subject
[ he tucks that little bit away. he has an idea. ]
no subject
[ really glad that i helped cause the rumor mill chaos tbh ]
no subject
[ he looks down at his drink. ]
Sometimes that's more powerful than a name.
no subject
Would you prefer that literally, or figuratively?
no subject
When you're offering to literally paint me a picture, Baraqiel, who am I to refuse?
no subject
Very well.
no subject
[ he scoots in closer now, not enough to crowd, but more to get a better view polaris makes a soft curious noise and his nose pokes up somewhat before his paws also reach the table. polaris would also would like to see, his tail wagging softly. ]
Now you're going to show off, I can't wait.
[ if you couldn't tell, he's very ready. ]
no subject
[ that said, they start to draw out the borders easily, no further gold dust in sight.
( char voice ) what do you mean baraqiel is hua cheng ]
no subject
this is probably the quietest kaeya has ever been, he's watching a silent story lay itself out. you don't interrupt Art. ]
no subject
and the brush looks more new, but still used, if properly maintained.
it all starts out black and white, but a market starts to form, slowly if surely. baraqiel says nothing while working. ]
no subject
[ he'll enjoy his drink as the buildings form with baraquiel's steady hand. it's impressive, no doubt, and he can't help but smile behind his glass as he and polaris watch the painting come to life on the page. ]
Did you teach yourself?
no subject
[ baraqiel does not look up, focusing on the task easily even while speaking. once they seem done with the work so far, they reach over to clean the brush on the edge of the ink tray, giving it a tap. tap. tap. before the ink changes to red with a shimmer of dust. ]
I did, yes. Over a very long period of time. [ accents begin to form in the red wash of ink, blending in some places with the black where it's still wet, an intentional mixing of color. ]
no subject
It's a place similar to Xie Lian's home from what I've learned over time. It's a very beautiful landscape, rich culture, even richer food...
[ a wistful sigh. he leans one of his cheeks (face) into his palm and continues to watch the red wash over the picture. he thinks about baraqiel, painting each of their portraits. as he looks into his glass, blinking slowly to collect his thoughts. ]