RP: By The Water Side
Date: 10 April 2005
Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Dean Thomas
Location: By the river
Status: Public
Summary: Dean draws.
Completion: Incomplete?
The images had haunted him since Sunday. First, it had been eggs but now he’d sketched them each several times in his book. He didn’t understand his obsession but he couldn’t get them out of his head.
The girl with the baby, the jowly man, the woman who clung to her youth and the man in the black suit had all stayed in his mind. They had become more distinct. Now the woman’s baby had red rimmed eyes from crying too much and the wrinkles at the corners of the mother’s mouth were deeper now. The jowls on the man with red cheeks hung lower and his blue suit was more crumpled than before, adding to his despair. Then he saw the woman who clung to her youth despite her advancing years and now the roots seemed grayer and the ever present music player had become a part of her forever. The scowl on the man in the black suit furrowed his brow even more and Dean thought he could feel the man’s rage over the fact that life hadn’t given him what he wanted.
Dean had spent last night drawing them over and over and this morning had woken up exhausted. After he’d finished his last revision of Cedric’s plans, he decided to take part of the day off and go down to the river to see if he could banish them from his thoughts.
As he walked out of his flat and across the road to the river, Dean thought about his fixation on these people. While he was happy to be drawing again, he couldn’t spend the rest of his life with these strangers whose stories he tried vainly to capture. He’d never find out their ending and he thought if he didn’t get rid of these people, not knowing would drive him crazy.
But at least he’d come to terms with the source of his problem. Luna had been right about his mother’s death causing his block. He’d known it already but it took someone else telling him to face it. Now though, he had to get over this obsession, so he could move on and ready himself to paint Hermione.
He chuckled as he sat on a bench. He just had to figure out how to get these images out of his mind. But he knew one reason why they were there. They were part of his day with Luna. He had enjoyed people watching with her and he knew they would be part of his memories. But he couldn’t be like this now.
Dean took out his pencil and opened his sketchbook. He looked up and took in what he saw. The river flowed in front of him, a white bird standing on the edge, its long bill dipped into the water. An old tree, its branches inexorably bending toward the river, skimming the surface as age took its toll. He noticed the grass had begun to turn green again, the rebirth of the world around him evident with spring’s revival.
He thought that his art was a part of him he missed and even though he never really shared his work with others and didn’t care about acclaim, he still needed to feel this to feel whole again.
Dean took a deep breath and cleared his mind. He looked down and began to move the pencil across the paper before he smiled when he saw the beginnings of a river starting to form.
Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Dean Thomas
Location: By the river
Status: Public
Summary: Dean draws.
Completion: Incomplete?
The images had haunted him since Sunday. First, it had been eggs but now he’d sketched them each several times in his book. He didn’t understand his obsession but he couldn’t get them out of his head.
The girl with the baby, the jowly man, the woman who clung to her youth and the man in the black suit had all stayed in his mind. They had become more distinct. Now the woman’s baby had red rimmed eyes from crying too much and the wrinkles at the corners of the mother’s mouth were deeper now. The jowls on the man with red cheeks hung lower and his blue suit was more crumpled than before, adding to his despair. Then he saw the woman who clung to her youth despite her advancing years and now the roots seemed grayer and the ever present music player had become a part of her forever. The scowl on the man in the black suit furrowed his brow even more and Dean thought he could feel the man’s rage over the fact that life hadn’t given him what he wanted.
Dean had spent last night drawing them over and over and this morning had woken up exhausted. After he’d finished his last revision of Cedric’s plans, he decided to take part of the day off and go down to the river to see if he could banish them from his thoughts.
As he walked out of his flat and across the road to the river, Dean thought about his fixation on these people. While he was happy to be drawing again, he couldn’t spend the rest of his life with these strangers whose stories he tried vainly to capture. He’d never find out their ending and he thought if he didn’t get rid of these people, not knowing would drive him crazy.
But at least he’d come to terms with the source of his problem. Luna had been right about his mother’s death causing his block. He’d known it already but it took someone else telling him to face it. Now though, he had to get over this obsession, so he could move on and ready himself to paint Hermione.
He chuckled as he sat on a bench. He just had to figure out how to get these images out of his mind. But he knew one reason why they were there. They were part of his day with Luna. He had enjoyed people watching with her and he knew they would be part of his memories. But he couldn’t be like this now.
Dean took out his pencil and opened his sketchbook. He looked up and took in what he saw. The river flowed in front of him, a white bird standing on the edge, its long bill dipped into the water. An old tree, its branches inexorably bending toward the river, skimming the surface as age took its toll. He noticed the grass had begun to turn green again, the rebirth of the world around him evident with spring’s revival.
He thought that his art was a part of him he missed and even though he never really shared his work with others and didn’t care about acclaim, he still needed to feel this to feel whole again.
Dean took a deep breath and cleared his mind. He looked down and began to move the pencil across the paper before he smiled when he saw the beginnings of a river starting to form.