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Drawing II and III

Sep 22, 2011 01:22

I'm holding the first class in the gallery, at Anthony Blunt's leave. The room is airy and more than large enough for the number of students who signed up. Some of the faces are more familiar than others, though I'm starting to recognize most of the island's inhabitants on sight, even if we haven't been introduced. There are chairs set out with ( Read more... )

loki laufeyson, maxxie oliver, jason todd, gathering, billy kaplan, bucky barnes, steve rogers, coraline jones, gabrielle

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curiously_cora September 23 2011, 13:27:11 UTC

Coraline did a quick sketch of Jason, simple and basic. Her form was good, her drawing was gppd but it had no heart. Coraline abandoned it at the corner of her table, pulling her sketchbook to her as she drew how she saw Jason. The dark shadows, the light on his face, the very essence of Jason but Coraline was still unhappy with it.

"Ugh," Coraline said scrunching the good drawing into a ball and throwing it across the table as she redrew him this time with words in the shape of Jason's form. The darkness opressive on the page but at the center of it it all one word in bright vivid yellow. Strength. Coraline mmm'd happier with the piece now it reflected more of her own style.

prodigaljaybird September 24 2011, 03:07:41 UTC

Standing long enough to stretch his legs, Jason picks up a wad of paper in the aisle between their desks. He unfolds it, and, to his surprise, discovers a sketch of someone that could easily be him.

"Hey," he says, following its obvious trajectory back to Coraline's desk. "You're pretty good." Grinning, he leans over to see her current work. "Now what are you doing?"

curiously_cora September 24 2011, 16:30:07 UTC

Coraline looked up, pulling the paper close to her trying to hide it out of sight. It wasn't finished yet, it wasn't right.

"I guess so," Coraline said, looking up at Jason and pulling her current piece to her chest and bending it to hide it from him. It wasn't that it was private or she was embarassed but it wasn't right yet. It wasn't everything it could be. "That belongs in the bin. I'm trying to draw you but it's not right. It's how I see you, not how you look."

Coraline held it out. The words formed the shape of Jason on the page. "It's not right though, it's not finished."

prodigaljaybird September 27 2011, 19:45:55 UTC

"That's me, too?" Reaching out as tentatively as she's offered it, Jason takes the page. Strength. Jason's smile brightens - he prides himself on that, his strength, and the boy he still is puffs up a bit. "I like it, it's different...what words would you be?"

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onlyapassenger September 24 2011, 07:20:51 UTC

There's no need to keep an eye on Jason when Steve's more than capable of looking out for the kid on his own; he's probably a lot more qualified for the task, for that matter, having far more experience trying to keep a dangerous, if well-intentioned teenager on the straight and narrow than he. So when Bucky at last makes his presence in the gallery known, it's a few minutes after the last of the students have already cleared out, leaving him and Steve alone in the room. He lingers against the doorway, arms folded over his chest, and his posture casual to the point that it belies his background.

"This is different."

onlyforthedream September 24 2011, 08:42:26 UTC

I look up from where I've finished stacking the materials left unused from the day, and take in the little annex. Empty now of everyone but Bucky and myself, it's strange to think that I just taught a class here.

"It is."

onlyapassenger September 26 2011, 05:43:47 UTC

Bucky doesn't say anything more for a moment, a slight smile playing about his mouth as he makes a show of looking back out the door before stepping further into the room, his movements exaggerated. He's already analyzed the place six ways from Sunday, but he's proving a point -- telling a joke.

"Don't know about you, but I always expect some two-bit bad guy to pop up out of nowhere every time things get normal like this. It's like we're living someone else's life, you know?"

onlyforthedream September 26 2011, 23:55:36 UTC

It's a thought I've had more than once today, the one that's been plaguing me in fact, and so of course it's the first thing out of Bucky's mouth. We know each other too well, not that I'm complaining. I laugh, though there's not much voice to it, and straighten up to rub my hand over the back of my neck. There's graphite dust and smears of charcoal all over my hands.

"I do." I drop my hands and rub them together, lightening some of the darker smudges.

"It takes getting used to."

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