Dolasach - Of Ivy & Seafoam

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By 梁丘左

Yes, exactly that one, thank you my helpful halibut~ [smiles and giggles as the kiss on her forehead gives her a ticklish tingle down her spine. She slips into the jacket as he speaks, taking in the lingering scent of him on it; it feels like an embrace even though he’s not even holding her]

[rolls her eyes at him, turning a little pink; doesn’t refute him though]

At this rate, we may as well just merge our wardrobes… Although, I don’t think it would be that fair since not a lot of my clothes or rings fit you. [for playful emphasis, she pokes at his muscular chest and squeezes his bicep]

You wouldn’t mind if I used a bit of your perfume either, right? Your soap and shampoo too?

Mo chuisle, do you remember the jacket you wore yesterday? Would you mind if I borrow it for today?

Or really, any of your jackets will do.

So long as they still smell like you.

You mean... This one? { he plucks the jacket from the chair he draped it on and holds it up for her to see before walking over to her; a smile on his face as he drapes it over her shoulders and leans in to place a kiss onto her forehead. }

My closet is your closet, you know?

{ there's a playful smile on his lips, chuckling quietly. } Hm? I'm not sure if I heard that correctly... Something about them smelling like me? But, anyways, you can steal anything from my closet because I actually find it rather cute when you steal them.

A win-win situation, don't you think?

“Her name, my devotion.”

— Violette Leduc, from Thérèse and Isabelle, tr. by Sophie Lewis (via dearestvita)

It would really benefit Dolasach to simply be normal and let go of all her little worries and concerns, and habit of overthinking everything. Take a few notes from her employer, see how much it’ll benefit her.

Thomas really is just a nice, friendly guy.

The explanation was a perfectly mundane, normal one, save maybe for how she didn’t quite expect Rafayel to have been the one to introduce Thomas to Kitty Cards. But really, with how much of a wild card he can be, she shouldn’t be shocked at all.

“I was just surprised. You don’t seem like the type to be into Kitty Cards, let alone stop by Meow Cafe for it.”

She accepted his hand and stood back up, smoothing out whatever wrinkles had formed in her clothes once upright.

“Oh, actually… The deadline for this isn’t due for another few days, so we’re good with not having it done right away,” she explained with a brief laugh. “Now that you know that I do know a few things about art… You have better context as to why I was so upset about Rafayel’s challenge. It's really not that urgent.”

With one last glance at the paintings, she slid her tablet back into her bag and nodded to his offer. A chance to make a new friend wouldn't hurt, and one that she didn't have to hide who her most recent employer was too.

If anything, now that she wasn't so wary of... Everything, she had a good feeling about Thomas.

"Let's go."

❦ a reintroduction to shape and color

closed starter | @thomasicism

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Perhaps Dolasach should’ve known better when she agreed to be play bodyguard for a rather… eccentric personality.

She wasn’t a stranger to world-renowned artist Rafayel’s odd quirks, or to his occasional apathy towards coming off as unreasonable. Whispers of those facets of his personality made rounds among her circles in university and never failed to be mentioned in his interviews—artists are stereotyped as strange and anti-social for a reason. Even in her brief encounters with him prior to the arrangement, she could already tell that he wasn’t an exception to the trope.

So why then, she asked herself, did I agree to be his bodyguard?

The answer echoed in her mind in the form of a coral stone and a dark blue envelope. She sighed and kept walking along the city sidewalk, paying little mind to the passing cars or passersby.

Almost as if in mockery, today’s weather brought a slight drizzle, too. The soft pitter-patter of the rain making contact with Dolasach’s umbrella did little to soothe her mood.

Nearing her destination, Flux Arts, she pulled out her phone and reviewed her conversation with her employer from last night.

Noisy Oarfish: im still saddened by the fact that my own bodyguard cant identify my work at a glance. if word gets out and youre called “incompetent,” ill be devastated

Noisy Oarfish: you need to improve your artistic sensitivity

Noisy Oarfish: tell you what. ill leave those forgeries at flux with the original and you need to tell me which one is the real one

Noisy Oarfish: but not only do you have to pick the correct painting, i need you to analyze. no point in this if you just get it right by guessing or asking thomas

Noisy Oarfish: think you can get it done by friday?

Me: Fine.

Something about the whole situation sparked such a deep annoyance in Dolasach that had her determined to get the assignment done as soon as possible. Rereading the messages rekindled that flame, and she felt all the more eager to get started as soon as she entered Flux Arts.

Thomas better be here.

The sudden shift from noisy city sidewalk to quiet white cube gallery made her feel a little too aware of how upset she was. After taking a moment to try and collect herself, she approached the receptionist.

“Excuse me.” Her tone was calm and even. “Is Thomas around? I’m here to run an errand for Rafayel.”