[Thread] Painting pretty pictures

[i_own_i2]

Characters: OU: Pegasus Crawford, OPEN
When: Daytime
Where: The park
Summary: Pegasus spends some quality time with his art supplies. Models welcome. ^_^
Warnings: Only Pegasus being irritating as usual.

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[poppingseeds]

Persephone had been out at the park that day tending to her flowers and making sure that they hadn't been trampled yet by some careless heathen. So far, so good it seemed. She had sworn to herself that she would beat anyone senseless if they dared to harm them, whether the cuff would allow her or not. The goddess would find a way.

Though there were usually other people at the park, for some reason the one drawing caught her attention and meandered over lazily, having nothing else planned that afternoon. With head tilted in curiosity, she tried to peer down at the drawing pad in order to catch a glimpse at what Pegasus was drawing. "What'cha doin'?"

[i_own_i2]

"Paintin' pitchers," said Pegasus, slyly imitating her casual drawl. It sounded rather odd mixed with his own unique inflection. "Would you like me to make you one?"

[poppingseeds]

Persephone returned his imitation by making a face, then laughing, amused. Silly mortals and their silly accents. "What would you make me?" She inquired, plopping herself down on the grass beside him casually, just enjoying being outside and in the sun.

[i_own_i2]

"That depends," said Pegasus, "on what you would like. I like to think I'm fairly adaptable."

[poppingseeds]

Hmm... She hadn't interacted with the mortal artists much before so this was definitely new. Usually they painted her pantheon and hoped they didn't get struck down where they stood, but you know. She had seen enough renditions of herself painted crudely onto pots so something else, but what...

"How about... the lake?" It had been the first thing that her eyes came to rest on.

[i_own_i2]

"Well, you're easy to please, aren't you?" said Pegasus. "Very well, then..."

He rinsed out his brush and dipped it into the blue paint, and began a series of quick wiggly lines that gradually resolved themselves into the ripples of a lake.

[poppingseeds]

"I like the lake." Persephone responded simply, shrugging and leaning over to watch him paint. She liked the little lake, really; it was kind of endearing, in an odd sort of way.

[i_own_i2]

"It's a change from monsters and warriors, at least," said Pegasus with a shrug. Having created a lake, he set about surrounding it with trees and grasses.

[poppingseeds]

"How dull." Persephone scoffed. "I've seen enough art of monsters and warriors in my own world to last me ten mortal lifetimes." Actually, the goddess wasn't entirely sure how long ten mortal lifetimes were, but it seemed like it might be a pretty darn big number.

[i_own_i2]

Pegasus chuckled. "So have I, probably, but that's my job! Monsters and warriors and wizards and fairies and everything else like them. The public would be a bit outraged if I stopped. Though when I painted for my own self, I was mostly a painter of portraits."

[poppingseeds]

"I never could get into it myself; I did try music once, though. I don't think the panpipes have been the same ever since." Persephone grinned. Oh, those were the days, butchering music all over the countryside. "What sort of job has you painting all of that?"