Willow Serenity Andromida
Azure Vampire
The Monarch's Little Angel
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Speak No Evil
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Post by Willow Serenity Andromida on Jan 20, 2013 2:38:17 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/5995/watercolortemplate.jpg); width: 450px; padding: 20px; margin-top: -30px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px, bTable][atrb=style, color: 1d1921; padding: 10px; background: #fde8f9; opacity: 0.4; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border: 1px dashed #a291b2] ○ ○ ○ Willow was an early riser. She always had been. She liked getting up early mostly because she found the light, the natural light, at that time to be the best light to draw by. She liked how it was soft, how it made it wonderful and bright. She loved that she could focus and not have to worry about artificial light. She was also just a naturally early riser, so it came in handy that that was her favorite type of light all at the same time. She giggled, silently being that her vocal chords didn’t function, and looked around her room.
Her twin was still asleep, of course, and she shook her head. That didn’t surprise her! Another giggle bubbled it’s way up even if no noise left her throat. Willow hadn’t been born mute so she didn’t have a lot of the impulses a mute person was likely to have, she acted often like someone who could indeed speak. It was just a habit of hers and one that she had no intentions of breaking to be honest. Not that she knew she did it to know that she would break it but…she paused. Now she was just confusing herself.
She shook her head and pushed herself out of bed. She wanted to paint today! She wanted to paint the scene of when she had first gotten here to the Citadel, right after Daddy had taken her and Aoife in. For some reason, she could remember it as clearly as it had just happened, when she thought about painting it anyway. But that always happened to her. She wasn’t sure why. She was just happy that it did! She grinned and glanced over to the corner of the room that was right in front of her window.
Her easel was all set up there. Right in front of the window. Her paints were set up around it, carefully and done by color as well. She was always careful with her paints, even as the rest of her room was probably considered something of a mess because she tended to just toss things where she wanted to and moved on. She was just a seven year old after all, and one that was slightly spoiled by the fact that she was the Monarch’s daughter. Adopted daughter but all the same it didn’t matter. She was still slightly spoiled.
Usually Willow painted as brightly as she saw the world, though it was always exact to the color of the real thing and she didn’t understand why. She liked to make it bright and wonderful. Anyway, usually she painted the bright things she remembered. So as such, she always stocked up on a lot of the brighter colors and, well, color in general. She paid less attention to the darker colors or to the grayscale, so she only had one tube of each shade which was usually used to temper the other colors and make them the right shade, not to actually paint with.
So she was running out, in short.
And she wanted to paint her current idea, the current scene that was in her head, in grayscale. She liked that idea. It seemed like a lot of fun. And it seemed to fit what she wanted to do. She nodded slightly and went to her paints to see which shades of gray and black she would need, compiling a list in her head. She nodded again and skipped off to the wardrobe to get dressed. She needed to be dressed agter all! Going to town in her pajamas just wouldn’t do, she thought with yet another giggle.
Glancing over to her bed, she noticed Prince Charming, aka Char, her ferret. And she shook her head. Oh no, he could stay there she thought. He would only get all scared with all those people that were around in town. She nodded and once she was in her pretty red plaid dress with her pretty red headband and her hair all nice and brushed she was feeling good to go. She slipped her feet into her black ballet slippers, tapping the toe once or twice on the floor to make sure it sat right on he foot, and off!
She didn’t need to tell anyone where she was going, she figured someone would likely follow her anyway, it tended to happen. She left the Citadel, with her sketchpad under her arm, skiping along. Willow was heading off to the town center and the art store to get what she needed. Once she entered she waved happily to the person behind the counter, she was in here often enough that people knew her, and knew her Daddy would pay off whatever it was that she got later.
He tended to let her buy whatever she wanted, or needed in this case if you asked her.
Though she knew where all the color paint was, she got a little bit distracted trying to discover where it was that the gray paints ad gone off to and hidden. Her eyes went wide as she got distracted by this or that, wandering around abou the store.
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Post by key on Jan 20, 2013 3:13:25 GMT -5
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in a rush, the short girl practically fluttered over to the art store, a giant grin on her face as she found it. stepping inside, she was happy there was a like of people and set off to finding her metallics. grabbing the shiny paints, key let out a little squeal, dropping them into the little shopping basket. looking around to see if she needed anything else, key found herself over by the greys. picking up a few, she smiled dropping them into her basket as well, continuing through the paint, murmuring to herself about wanting some calligraphy pens to try out the style.
however, key being key, did not notice as she walked into a little person. blinking a bit she looked down at the little girl she walked into and almost stepped on. kneeling down she offered an apologetic smile, laughing nervously at the - very pretty - blonde girl.
'sorry there short stuff, didn't see you there!' key laughed, ruffling the kid's hair 'what's a pretty little chickie like you doing in an art store alone?'
it hit her that instant that she was probably here for the art supplies, chuckling in the back of her throat, she dropped her basket filled with metallic and monochromatic colors to the side of the blonde girl and offered her hand.
'seeing as your probably here for the art pretty chickie, i'm key, you need help with anything?' key hoped she was scaring the sweetheart but she was so cute and key wanted nothing more but to help the little aspiring artist with her art.[/style] |
[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica; color: #222222;]words: 482. notes: not my best but blah willow be cute. credit to minami of ote.[/style]
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Willow Serenity Andromida
Azure Vampire
The Monarch's Little Angel
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Speak No Evil
Posts: 28
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Post by Willow Serenity Andromida on Jan 26, 2013 15:23:52 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/5995/watercolortemplate.jpg); width: 450px; padding: 20px; margin-top: -30px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px, bTable][atrb=style, color: 1d1921; padding: 10px; background: #fde8f9; opacity: 0.4; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border: 1px dashed #a291b2] ○ ○ ○ Willow was so happy in art stores. There was something about them. Willow had been known to get utterly lost in here and wander about for hours until Laevinus had to send a guard to go pick her up because she had been out all night and that wasn’t okay. She just loved it so much though! She got a little bit distracted. She was only seven after all. It happened. She got distracted by things like this.
Other little girls had their dolls. Willow had her art. It was more than just something beautiful that she could create, and had been ever since she was little. Art was how she spoke, it was how she showed people what she saw and how she felt. Art was her voice. Not that she thought that consciously, it was buried in her subconscious and perhaps when she was older she would be able to wax poetic on how much art meant to her and how it really was her voice, but for now she just knew that it was entirely important to her.
Speaking of a guard, she was pretty sure one was standing outside but that just made her grin and roll her eyes. Willow loved everyone, she was friendly and would waltz up to just about anyone and she figured that sometimes that probably gave her Daddy a heart attack. But she thought it was so silly!
Anyway, Willow went back to her happy little wandering about the store. She was trying to find the gray paints. She knew what she needed, she knew the shades she would need because she knew what she was running out of. It was just a matter of finding that section was all. She usually was lost in the bright colors, anything wonderful and bright. She didn’t often paint in grayscale. She would usually use charcoal if she wanted to work without colors. But Painting was usually Willow’s medium of choice and she knew what she wanted today.
And she was so distracted looking for it that she didn’t notice someone was coming her way until they walked right into her. She blinked and looked up at the person with her big gray-green eyes. Oops. She giggled after a moment, though not a sound was made of course she just was in the habit of making the motions. She waved, like she had thought earlier, Willow was just a notoriously friendly type of girl.
She wrinkled her nose slightly and set her hair back in sorts, fixing her headband when her hair was ruffled. People always did that! She was just that cute but of course that wasn’t where her thoughts were. She waved off the apology, it was okay! She held up her fingers in the okay sign when it came to that, grinning happily. She wasn’t’ easily offended in the slightest, and she had been distracted too, so it was just as much her own fault, she could have gotten out of the way had she been paying attention.
She tapped her chin. What was she doing in the artstore. She whirled around, trying to find a sign for the gray paint but still couldn’t. She pulled out one of her three sketchpads—one for her common sayings, one for her actual drawing, and the one she pulled out which was blank for the new stuff she didn’t say often—and wrote what she wanted to say. ”Looking for the gray paint” she said, and whirled around the sketchpad to show the other vampire with a smile.
Willow beamed happily and bounced on the heels of her feet when the other girl offered to help her, her eyes lighting up. She was so happy someone was going to help her! She got easily distracted by all this wonderful stuff and also it would help her from getting a little bit lost. She wrote, in her big bubbly handwriting, and then whirled it around to show the other girl. ”Hi Key! I like that name. It’s a nice name. I’m Willow!” she wrote with a giggle, silent though it was, then she turned it back around and wrote more under what she had written before turning it once more to show Key what she wanted to say. ”Can you help me find the gray paint? That would be so amazing! she wrote and then without a second thought tucked the sketchpad under her arm and took Key’s offered hand. She was happy to make new friends!
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