Tapping The Pen Did Manage To Get Her Full Attention On Himnot That She Wasnt Already Hanging On To Every

Tapping the pen did manage to get her full attention on him—not that she wasn’t already hanging on to every word he said in a bid to find any sort of hidden objective. She’d just been avoiding his gaze, not wanting anything in her expression to give too much away.

But looking him in the eye as he spoke turned out to be more reassuring for her than she expected. The sincerity in his words reflected in his eyes and it was hard to ignore.

She paused.

Then she thought about it.

So far since meeting him, Thomas has only ever been nice and helpful. As paranoid as she was that she was just buying into a businessman’s charisma… So far he seemed like a genuinely good guy.

And, well, Rafayel certainly seemed to think so, if he’s still keeping Thomas around as his manager. And that guy barely has any patience for anyone he catches even a whiff of insincerity from.

She sighed. The overthinking doesn’t ever end, but at least it’s heading towards not being so suspicious of Thomas now.

“I’m sorry for being so defensive.” She took another deep breath and let it go just as slowly. “I’m just… Really unsure of how to handle this. The last time I gave sharing my work a shot didn’t exactly go well.”

This should be fine. He seems like a trustworthy man.

(But he’s closer to Rafayel than he is with her, she reminded herself.)

“I… Don’t really post my work anywhere. It’s all private and only a handful of people know about any of it. But if you want to see a little of I’ve done, here—“

If he makes any more connections… Then maybe she’s really the idiot for trying her luck like this.

(Yet some part of it was still so enticing, being known like this—artist to artist, right? For once?)

After a few swipes and taps on her tablet, she offered it to him, watching his expression. Her digital sketchbook was open and contained pages and pages of concept sketches, color explorations, studies, and notes. None of it was too revealingly personal and there were no signs of any of the finished work that came out of this miscellany, but it was enough for her style and meticulousness to shine through, and it was clear she had a fascination with Lemuria and the sea. Some of the studies were even of Rafayel’s own work.

“I normally prefer mixed-media and fiber art for finished work, but a majority of what I make are sketches and paintings to save time and space.”

Her cheeks turned pink as she waited for his reaction. Why did this feel so… Embarrassing?

❦ 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.”

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo

Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Isn't Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

Poor guy--his stammering does nothing to stop her from erupting in a fit of giggles, and the brief distraction proves enough for her to miss her shot and the puck to land straight into the goal.

"Gotcha good, huh? Thought I wouldn't pick up on how defensive you were being? I see how much you don't want to tell me how much you think of Xavier on the day to day," she further prodded, grinning a rather evil looking grin. "But aaaaalright, I'll give it a rest."

She wastes no time in sending the puck in his direction again, this time giving it a strong hit the ricochets off the sides a few times on its way to him. A two point lead felt much too big for her liking, and if she wasn't going to win, she at least wanted to keep him on his toes.

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

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