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[It's been a long time since Francis found any sort of motivation to paint anything in this city. There had been the sunflower fields, the waterfall, Theta's London...
He remembered who was next on his list - Vash, he wanted lilies.
His motivation for the painting wasn't so much out of determination or enjoyment of art, this time. Lilies were...an interesting flower. A variation of colours, some of the purest white, many different meanings: that one was regal, or for a celebration, enthusiasm, ambition... And oddly enough, used in funerals a great deal. In his country the burial flower was the carnation, but he knew it was white lilies elsewhere. Such an elegant, fragile thing...
Truth be told, Francis, dramatic as he was, was in a form of mourning. It wasn't for Jeanne - he'd come to terms with that. He knew that this was how it had to be. This was more for his past. The people he'd lost to war, memories surpressed. The Holy Roman Empire. The Auld Alliance; Scotland. Darien. His lost time with Mathieu, the half a century he'd been a virgin, his flakiness and fleeing nature, his failures...all of it would go into this, disguised as filling in Vash's request for a work of true beauty.
He walked by the sunflower fields painting, running his hand along it, remembering a nurse here he used to be very close to. He walked by the waterfall painting, smiling at the flowers he'd placed in the greenery by the falls. He strolled by Theta's shop, placing a hand on top of an English rose he'd painted in a bush off to the side. Fleur...
He was Hell-bent on completing it in one go. He wasn't going to stop, so long as he could handle it, and after this everything would be alright. Everything would go away, just like that; he could move on. His tears would be trapped in the painting on the side of this building, and he felt that he could smile and continue on with life, then, and do what he did best.
Endure.
He found a new building that he deemed to be his canvas, wheeled over his half-ass attempt at making stable scaffolding from his last site, took all the white and green paint he could get from the stores, and began.]
He remembered who was next on his list - Vash, he wanted lilies.
His motivation for the painting wasn't so much out of determination or enjoyment of art, this time. Lilies were...an interesting flower. A variation of colours, some of the purest white, many different meanings: that one was regal, or for a celebration, enthusiasm, ambition... And oddly enough, used in funerals a great deal. In his country the burial flower was the carnation, but he knew it was white lilies elsewhere. Such an elegant, fragile thing...
Truth be told, Francis, dramatic as he was, was in a form of mourning. It wasn't for Jeanne - he'd come to terms with that. He knew that this was how it had to be. This was more for his past. The people he'd lost to war, memories surpressed. The Holy Roman Empire. The Auld Alliance; Scotland. Darien. His lost time with Mathieu, the half a century he'd been a virgin, his flakiness and fleeing nature, his failures...all of it would go into this, disguised as filling in Vash's request for a work of true beauty.
He walked by the sunflower fields painting, running his hand along it, remembering a nurse here he used to be very close to. He walked by the waterfall painting, smiling at the flowers he'd placed in the greenery by the falls. He strolled by Theta's shop, placing a hand on top of an English rose he'd painted in a bush off to the side. Fleur...
He was Hell-bent on completing it in one go. He wasn't going to stop, so long as he could handle it, and after this everything would be alright. Everything would go away, just like that; he could move on. His tears would be trapped in the painting on the side of this building, and he felt that he could smile and continue on with life, then, and do what he did best.
Endure.
He found a new building that he deemed to be his canvas, wheeled over his half-ass attempt at making stable scaffolding from his last site, took all the white and green paint he could get from the stores, and began.]