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[hismajestysbox]

As with any normal person on the planet, I highly enjoyed time off, sitting around, doing nothing but just...being. Thinking. Musing on the important things in life. Though I highly doubt that anything of great note ever came from an idle person's mind, because my thoughts had swiftly drifted towards either senseless things or otherwise, very

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[withoutasea]

Before she knew Robbie well, her favourite dress was green because it was closer to the hills and so far away from the colours that she wore in Camelot, but, today, she sees nothing wrong in remember her past. Today, she wears blood red silk that drags against the green grass and a golden circlet against her brow. Ygraine is with Robbie and the boys and Jenny walks alone. When she sees him, she shades her eyes.

"Did something catch your eye?"

[hismajestysbox]

I looked up from my drawing as I heard someone approach, and smiled brightly when I saw who it was. Pretty, gorgeous, beautiful girl who had helped me find my feet when I'd first arrived on the island. Jenny, I believe her name was. It was hard to forget such a beautiful face and charming manners. I smiled, welcoming and easy, and answered, "Something has now."

[withoutasea]

"You flatter," she says, palming her hair back from her face as she studies him. "Your name is Lucifer, I think. You were brand new, when we first met."

[hismajestysbox]

I laugh. "It's not flattering," I tell her, "if it's the complete truth. I am, at heart, a portrait artist, and landscapes bore me considerably." I smiled and inclined my head. "Lucifer Box, that's me."

[not_the_grim]

The cigarette smoke winds its way ahead of him, a coil of misleading wispy white, strong and difficult to take upon intimate acquaintance, not unlike Sirius himself. These days, he's smoking enough to be worrisome but he clings to the familiarity of the act more than the nicotine. There's a panache, a sexiness to smoking that he'll doggedly defend whether he's locked in a habit or not.

The dark head beneath the trees gives him a moment's pause, and a quick flick of his slender wrist tips ash from the end of his cigarette before he lifts it to his lips again. "Drawing anything interesting?" he calls as he exhales, curiosity more idle than legitimately interested.

[hismajestysbox]

I look up to see the boy standing close by, smoking a cigarette like...well, I'd do something far more interesting to something also far more interesting, but they weren't thoughts I should be having out here in the open. Not when I'm asked a question anyway. I smile and gesture to the expanse of landscape that I'm idly committing to paper. "Not particularly," I said. "But it's for lack of better things to draw."

[not_the_grim]

"There's something better than a pristine tropical landscape?" Sirius asks, something just a touch wry in his voice, like they might be sharing an inside joke. He turns his attention to the horizon anyway, muses on it a moment and then looks back.

"Better than a still life, at least," he admits. He's not without an appreciation for art, but in his estimation it's no more interesting to look at a painting of a bunch of fruit than it is to look at an actual bunch of fruit.

[hismajestysbox]

I laugh, because really, clearly the boy is not an artist, and then I shrug. "I much prefer things that actually move and are interesting," I say. "And do things." Portraits, for instance, are so much more fun than landscapes because at least you can talk to the subject. Still, I had some company now, which perhaps made the tree a little less dull.

[capable_of]

"You never mentioned you were an artist." Lex commented as he strolled up to where Lucifer was sitting. He walked up until he could peer down at the sketch in progress. "A fairly good one at that."

He'd just been to the Compound to check on the clothes box to see if it had anything else to offer him for Saturday night. He'd been hoping for a better selection of wigs, but it seemed that the clothes box was set on him being a blond. Still, he'd found a few more options for an outfit which were tucked into the bag that hung from his shoulder.

[hismajestysbox]

"Ah, it is a hobby," I answered, looking up, delighted to find Lex standing there in front of me. Of course, I was picturing him wearing a good deal less - I couldn't help it, these things come to me when the subject is so particularly...glorious, really. It's not like I can control my subconscious mind, and my body certainly remembered our last meeting with the same fondness. "I didn't think I would take it up again but, alas, there is so little to...do on this island."

[capable_of]

Lex's smile had that certain edge to it, as he was having the same thoughts. His night with Lucifer was some of the most fun he'd had in a long time. "At least you have a hobby you can fall back on here. Some of us are not so lucky." He said with another suggestive smirk. "Do you only do landscapes?"

[hismajestysbox]

"I much, much prefer portraits," I said with a soft sigh. "They're so much more interesting." Since things in landscapes hardly changed - and when one didn't want it to change, it did - whereas people, well, they always changed in the most wonderful ways.

[inariver]

"Hullo there."

Ophelia is alone, but solitude has always been kind to her. Eugene has scampered off for the afternoon and she is certain that the little dog will be found before the sun set.

Resting her hand on the top of her head to keep her hat from blowing away, she smiles and waves with her other hand at the man. "Does thou see anything good?"

[hismajestysbox]

Oh. A little girl. There were quite a few of those on the island, of course, but I had not ever been particularly good with little children. In fact, I was never a very good child myself, and Pandora had spent far too much time trying to do my hair for my memories of little girls to be overly fond.

I had to admit, however, that this one was rather cute. And the old language was something familiar. I smiled. "Not particularly," I said after a moment's consideration. "The view doesn't change very much from day to day." I gestured at the pad. "Would you like to see?"

[inariver]

Childlike as she may be, Ophelia has been not been one for a very long time. Lowering her hands back to her side, she nods and takes step closer to give the pad a peek.

"Aye, that would be an awfully nice thing, if it would not intrude."

[hismajestysbox]

"No, no, please," I gestured for her to come closer, shifting the pad so she can have a look. No, really, I'm not ver y good at entertaining children at all and avoid it at all costs, but the girl didn't seem to be the type to try to plait his hair. Instead, he smiled. The picture was a relatively okay rendering of the landscape in front of me. I'd been working on the shading ofr a particular tree when she'd come by. "I am much better at portraits."

[hylianqueen]

Zelda had never had a hand for painting or drawing; her talents had always lain in music and scholarly pursuits and never something so beautiful as art. That said, she appreciated art more than she'd had a chance to experience it and seeing Lucifer thus occupied had intrigued her.

Since arriving on the island she'd eschewed her heavy formal gown for lighter skirts, choosing summery fabrics in soft blues and greens like the ocean that so fascinated her. It made it that much easier to sit beside him and try to peer at his paper.

"What are you sketching, Lucifer?"

[hismajestysbox]

I started a little since I hadn't noticed someone coming up beside me. I'd been too focused on the terrible landscape, I suppose, but I quickly regained my focus and turned to look at her, charming smile back in place. A smile that warmed considerably when I recognised her.

"Nothing terribly interesting," I told her with a sign, gesturing to the view in front of him and shifting to let her see his work. "Landscapes."

[hylianqueen]

"Ahh. I wouldn't know of their interest or not since I couldn't paint or draw if my life depended upon it," Zelda said, peering down to look at what he'd drawn. "You, however, are quite good. This is beautiful work, Lucifer."

[hismajestysbox]

"Thank you," I said, and fought to add the 'I know' to the end of that sentence. I was still playing at being a nice person, which I felt that I was starting to do much better at. "It isn't hard, however. After all, it's just a matter of lines on a page."