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| setting= It was a large space, some warehouse type building that had been renovated into a communal artist space. Open floor plan, for the most part, with lots of sturdy large work tables. There's several places devoted to particular artists, with half finished projects left on shelves and racks. Currently the only inhabitant is Lux, who is working on laying out materials on a couple tables. There's clay, some thin boards of soft wood and soft-kut with basic carving tools resting beside them, as well as a stack of cardstock paper resting on a large mat--some white, some in beautiful colors and patterns. | | setting= It was a large space, some warehouse type building that had been renovated into a communal artist space. Open floor plan, for the most part, with lots of sturdy large work tables. There's several places devoted to particular artists, with half finished projects left on shelves and racks. Currently the only inhabitant is Lux, who is working on laying out materials on a couple tables. There's clay, some thin boards of soft wood and soft-kut with basic carving tools resting beside them, as well as a stack of cardstock paper resting on a large mat--some white, some in beautiful colors and patterns. | ||
| log= to be | | log= Lux is dressed pretty casually today, in an oversized t-shirt that has some old 90s print on it, the sleeves long ago torn off, paired with paint-stained skinny jeans and sneakers. There's some music playing from a radio nearby, currently set to a modern pop/hip-hop station. | ||
Raphael arrives, having changed for the occasion into what is probably the only pair of jeans he owns - light colored skinny ones - all-white sneakers (one must have proper exercise footwear), and the damaged shirt from the other night (with the buttons sewn back on), though it's initially hidden under a navy, Victorian style jacket. He's got his medicine bag with him, and a cheap duffel bag. It's a little weird, him being so mismatched, but he's assuming this is going to be too messy for his good clothing. | |||
Lux glances over to the door as it opens, lips quirking upwards when they see Raphael in his... dressed down state. "Hey." They pause to eye the medicine bag, then snort softly. "You expecting to need that?" | |||
Raphael beams at Lux and then flushes at the look they give his clothing. "Hey. It's only half medical, I use it as a.... I believe the word is 'man purse', as well, since it passes well as steampunk." Once the door is closed behind him, he sets the bags down and takes off the jacket, revealing the damaged shirt. The buttons have been sewn back on, and all but the topmost button and cuffs are fastened, but the thin, red-brown-edged cuts on both upper arms should be pretty recognizable to Lux. | |||
"...Fair." They grin with amusement, watching him slide the jacket off before clearing their throat, turning back to the supplies. "So, I got the stuff for some clay sculpture, paper cutting, and etching-- wood and soft-kut, to see which you prefer. Anywhere you want to start?" | |||
Raphael's lip quirks at that reaction, and he folds his cuffs neatly back, revealing a few thin, well-healed scars on his left forearm, and untucks the shirt so the tails cover half his upper legs, before approaching. "It was too damaged for ordinary uses, so I decided I would make it my artist's smock," he offers as an explanation of why he's wearing this shirt, though what it surely brings to Lux's mind wasn't unintended either. "Well, the clay will get all over my hands, so perhaps that should be last." | |||
"Good point. Clay gets messy. Hmm... Perhaps the paper-cutting, first? I'm worried that carving might make your fingers sore, as it's going to require a bit more pressure than cutting paper would be." | |||
"Yes, I brought a 'nail file' to make sure the edges are still in good shape after, as well. So... well, I don't know what I'm doing. Please. Direct me." Raphael watches Lux's face as he says that, a faint smile on his lips, but the leaves in his Mantle kicking up a little. | |||
They glance sideways to him, eyeing him a moment before puffing out a breath. "You're awful. Come on." Lux gestures to a chair for him to sit, then pushes the mat in front of him. "I got some plain paper and some patterns that I thought you'd like." They're all sort of Victorianesque prints. They start to sit beside him, then pause, glancing towards the radio. "What music do you like?" | |||
He blushes and grins. "Your fault for 'corrupting' me." He sits down, and starts with a plain piece so he doesn't get tempted to just follow along the patterns, shifting it and his chair until he finds what seems like a comfortable position to work in. "Well, everything from my era you'd call classical. Tchaikovsky is a favorite. As to modern music? I'm willing to try listening to most things, though I find rap... confusing and off-putting, for the most part." | |||
Lux shakes their head, moving over to the radio. "You're already corrupted, huh? No hope for you?" They pull out their phone, fiddling with it a moment, then turns the radio to bluetooth. A moment later some classical music starts playing over the speakers. Some playlist that has a fair amount of Tchaikovsky in it. "I'm not a huge classical fan, but... there's this one song I like a lot." They squint as they sit down beside him. "Fuck, who's it by... Oh! Debussy. Clair de Lune. I like that song a lot." | |||
"Would you want there to be?" Softly. Almost worriedly. "Clair de Lune, really? I wouldn't have guessed that would be your style at all." | |||
"I'm teasing you, Raph." They nudge their arm against his. "Relax." They're sitting fairly close--enough so that they can use the mat as well, which keeps the table underneath from getting carved up. "It's not. Usually I listen to music that... keeps my energy up. Don't really like sad music. But..." They shrug. "I've listened to that sometimes, when keeping my energy up isn't an option." | |||
He relaxes significantly. Clearly he is a little nervous about all this. "Hmm. Well, I think energy will serve me better than melancholy, at the moment." | |||
"Well, if you want me to change the music to something else, just let me know." They smile over at him, then look down at the paper thoughtfully. "So. Any idea at all what you'd like the end result to look like? Might be a good idea to lightly trace out lines with a pencil, since cutting is a lot more permanent." | |||
"Here, try [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Od2IUvWcCvI|Tchaikovsky’s 4th]. It's very dramatic, even for him. I think I first want to try just... how the paper responds. Like one might test a pen." Suiting actions to words, he begins trying with slow, careful, straight cuts, then arcs and curves. Not even abstract, just... testing what it will let him do. | |||
"That also works," Lux says with a nod. "Might do better for you ''not'' to think about it too much." They pick up the phone to pull up that specific song to play. "I have to admit, I'm interested in seeing lines you might use for like... surgical cuts. But used artistically. But that might be too... grim, than what you're thinking." | |||
"Yes, I just need to know if it behaves differently in different directions, or lets me cut curves, before I try to... do it by feel. Surgical cuts won't look like much in a flat medium, unfortunately." He tries making faster cuts, then picks up the page and holds it vertical, looking at Lux. "will you hold this for me, at both edges?" | |||
Lux leans against the edge of the table, body angled sideways to watch him cut. Their eyes are bright, curious to see how the scalpels move over the paper. And maybe occasionally glancing up to just watch his face, as well. But they take the paper when requested, holding it carefully at the edges. | |||
"Alright. Hold tight, and don't flinch." Raphael takes a breath, and Lux can see it clearly as he intentionally flips his mindset and goes ''sharp''. Which is all the further warning Lux gets before his right hand flashes towards them, twice - once to just punch through the paper with a jab, and again with a vertical slash. Just through the paper, never further than the length of the scalpel blades, before lowering his hand again. | |||
Lux, to their credit, doesn't flinch--but they do blink rapidly in surprise to see him switch so quickly. They keep very, very still, watching his fingers. "...Hm. How'd that feel?" | |||
"....interesting. here, look at it, see what you think." They are definitely the most visually interesting and ''energetic'' marks on the page, though they're also little use for anything like traditional paper cutting. | |||
As if Lux gives a shit about what's ''traditional''... They grin slowly, eyeing Raph a moment. "That was... kind of hot. And fucking amazing. This could be ''really'' cool." Their voice gets a little more excited as they look the energetic marks over. "I think maybe you should experiment with this more. Just-- let it out and don't think. Carve shit up. You could even layer up pieces of paper that you've cut into, add different colors and shit-- make it almost into a collage? Don't worry about if it looks good or not, just... focus more on the emotions." | |||
"Yeah." A slow grin blooms on his face- that dom smirk, though he wouldn't know it. "I don't think we're really set up for it, but if we could maybe... get some lighter paper than this heavy cardstock - I don't think I can jab through that very many times before my hand gets tired - in much bigger sheets, and hang it somehow, so you aren't in the firing line. I had this.. mental image. Of hanging paper up all around, and then. Well, it's not the kind of dancing I'm used to, or quite fighting either, but something a bit in between." | |||
"Huh..." Lux blinks again, eyes widening a bit at the thought--and his look, lets be honest. "Holy shit... that sounds fucking amazing. We ''have'' to do that. Here-- let me see what I can find." Lux sets the paper aside and hops up, to start investigating the space. There's some texting as well--maybe asking permission before raiding a particular artists' supplies. But then they're dragging out large sheets of drawing paper from shelves. | |||
He smiles more like his normal self as he watches Lux start the new preparations. "And I think I want some.... different music, for that. That club stuff. Electronica?" Raphael gets up, goes over to his bag, and pulls out and changes into another set of shoes - a pair of those smoking loafer things - because sneakers are going to get in the way of some of the foot motions he has in mind. Stands up again and starts stretching, while he watches Lux. | |||
"Yeah, sure. I got something in mind..." They're grinning excitedly as they consider the space, looking around--then up. They end up having to climb up onto one of the tables to stand, but eventually manage to hang the sheets of paper from some rafters in the ceiling with some cord and clips. Positioning them so they're hanging in a circle. Once they're in place Lux hops down and pushes the table out of the way, giving him plenty of space. "Think that will work?" | |||
"Yes, I think so." He goes over, holds an arm out, and spins slowly to test the size of the space. "This should be.... well..... I've... been having problems managing my anger at that vampiress without going to some.... very dark places," he admits. "Even if it doesn't make art worth hanging, this might at least be a safe way to get some of that.... violence.... out of my system. But you're going to want to stand ''well'' back." | |||
"Art isn't about what is... good enough. Fuck that." Lux shakes their head. "Even if no one else in the world sees what you make... it's valid. It's worthy, if it makes you feel good." Lux does step back, pulling a chair out to settle into. They watch with intent interest, phone in hand. "Let me know when you're ready." | |||
Raphael stands in the center of the hanging papers, hands hanging loosely at his sides, very, very still, and takes several slow, deep breaths. Letting himself sink all the way down into the place inside where he's pure blade. Lux can see it, a subtle change in the way he stands, straighter without being stiffer - all the grace, but none of the usual languidness. Letting himself sink into the anger, the hate, the desire to ''hurt''. After several breaths, he shifts one foot back in an arced step, lifting his hands into what is obviously a combat ready stance, though no human martial art teaches anything with the fingers splayed to claw like this. "Begin the music," he says, soft, icy, vicious... and an unmistakable ''command''. | |||
Lux stares, lips parting a little in surprise to see him moving into a combat stance. Granted, it really ''shouldn't'' be that surprising-- no one is given knives like that without a reason. When Raphael gives the go ahead, Lux changes the music to [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGYk1Dcpl4I|Perturbator - She Moves Like A Knife] - they shift a bit in their chair, then hit play, turning the volume up so it fills the space, allowing him to block out everything else but the music and paper. | |||
Raphael listens for a second, picking up the beat, and then ''moves''. It's eerily beautiful to watch - his combat style really is almost like dancing, designed for claws and grace rather than fists and strength, and therefore deeply ''fey'', gorgeous and inhuman. Except that it's not claws or even knives he wields, but ''scalpels'', and as he slashes the hanging paper, the targeting starts to become apparent. Motions that would slash throats, open femoral arteries, literally ''eviscerate'', surgically precise and very, very cruel - it would leave any real target to bleed out slowly, not kill them on the spot. By the time the song is over he's hit every sheet of paper at least once, but very, very few pieces are actually cut away from the main sheets - just blooming out from the struck places - and he's standing in the center again, shaking and panting, sagging as he lets go of the emotions and comes back to himself. (It’s definitely successful, but not exceptional success level.) | |||
The Bright One had watched, hardly blinking, mesmerized by the strange... dance. Their lights are bright and intense, especially in their eyes. They stop the music once the song ends, and don't immediately move--just sit and watch in silence, until they're sure that he's not at risk of lashing out again. Then they stand, leaving the phone on the chair as they walk slowly closer, eyes on Raph rather than the ripped apart sheets. They linger beside one though, just at arm’s reach of him. "How do you feel?" they ask softly. | |||
Still breathing hard, he picks up his head and looks at them... and it's only when they speak that he seems to recognize them and come all the way back out of his head. "Lux." He sounds relieved to see them. "Sorry, I.... went a long way.... in." He shakes himself a little, blinking, and looks around at the pages, looks down at his hands - unstained, no blood - and lets his breath out in a long sigh. "I... need a minute." | |||
"Take your time," Lux replies, voice still soft. They take a step back, out of the circle of paper, then start to walk a slow circle around the sheets, looking up at the cuts left there. Their lights cast the paper in a bright yellow-orange glow as they move around, examining every single cut. | |||
Raphael runs through what amount to grounding exercises, in his head, anchoring himself back in the here and now and not whatever he was imagining. He lowers himself slowly to sit on the floor, arms wrapped loosely around his knees, and then looks at the pages properly, slowly making sense of the wall of artistically shredded paper - and what his own fighting style actually does, outside the chaos of a real fight. "...wow." | |||
Lux is patient, not pressing or rushing--just continuing the circling, stopping here and there, their light like the sun rising and falling over each sheet as they move. They stop once they hear Raph's voice, reaching out to touch one of the sheets from the other side--creating a shadowed silhouette of their hand. "It's beautiful, right?" | |||
"Strangely, yes. I'm not sure I even quite realized how the way I fight was really meant to work, either, seeing as how the other guy doesn't just stand there, in a real fight - it... explains a few things." And then he realizes what color Lux's light is, how bright, and starts to laugh, a little disbelievingly. "Lux, you're ''turned on'' from watching me do that?" | |||
"I think performance art might be your calling. The cuts on the paper are... incredible, but it loses meaning without seeing you in action. It was... very provocative. Next time I'll have to get it on film." They push aside one of the sheets to step into the circle, flashing him a sly grin. "Are you ''really'' surprised?" They settle down to sit on the floor beside him, looking up at the tattered paper admiringly. | |||
"Mm. Very limited audience, but I'm not doing it to... sell or anything. Though I'm glad I didn't try to do this alone, I really needed.... someone I care about... to be here, to bring me back out. Mm. I've only seen you top, remember?" | |||
"Oh, I'm not saying you should sell it or anything." Lux waves a hand. "We're not here for that. But it might be interesting to revisit from time to time, if this becomes something you want to do more often. Which, I really think you ''should''. It's cathartic, beautiful, and inspiring." They draw their legs up as well, draping their arms over their knees in a casual slouching posture. Their lights are slowly starting to dim to their natural intensity, and the orange bleeding out of the yellow as they calm down. "I'm glad I was here. That you could... get that out." They grin over at him. "I know. But after seeing ''that'', I'm pretty sure you're not just a sub," they tease. | |||
"Mearcstapa said something like that, about my actually having a dom voice... he tried to help out a vampire friend of his, and I... ran over there to find he was suffering from a lot more blood loss than he thought, and ordered him to sit down. And he was.... amused." Raph shakes his head. "I've never used that state of mind for anything but surgery or combat, before. I'm not sure I know how to make it be sexual. And... well, you saw that, you can probably guess why I would be concerned about ''really'' hurting someone. But then - part of why I wanted to try this was to get rid of those... toxic feelings in a way that... isn't actually doing this to someone." Raphael is speaking pretty slowly, clearly thinking it through out loud. "Like.... with the draining thing? this is... one of the things ''She'' gave me, and it was designed for cruelty and nothing else. But I can... change that. If I make it art. Right?" He looks over to Lux, definitely way more himself... and in serious need of reassurance. | |||
"You're right. You can change whatever you want about yourself. You can take a weapon meant for destruction and make ''beautiful things'' with it." Lux continues smiling over at him softly, a warm empathy in their eyes and certainty in their voice. Like... maybe they ''get it'', rather than just trying to reassure. "Seeing you like this... as much as I might tease you about it, I definitely don't think it's something you should explore sexually without... really being prepared. And making sure those... ''toxic'' feelings are... out of you. Then you can handle it in a more sane and safe environment." Lux shrugs. "Or never take it to a sexual place. That's your choice. But--still definitely going to tease you, either way." They lean over to bump him gently. | |||
"I'm a long way from ready to let myself even try that, yeah. And I... this was... cathartic as... as hell. Mearcstapa talked me down enough to realize that.... wanting to do... ''this'' to someone.... isn't an impulse from the.... the human part of me. So I shouldn't do it. But I needed to get that feeling ''out'', before I could really be ok with letting someone else... take care of it. I feel a lot better, even if it's in that... that wrung out way it feels after adrenaline wears off." He takes a deep breath and looks at the papers again. "ok. this was.... it's a lot, lot better, than anything I did trying to draw. I'm pretty sure this is... right, as a, a way to do art, for me. But I need to try it again.... mm.... cleanly, without that...toxic stuff mixed in, once I've recovered and we get some.... more suitable paper. Colors. Those... artsy papers, or the tissue for gift wrapping, not drawing paper." | |||
Lux nods in understanding, then lifts an arm to wrap around Raphael's shoulders to squeeze. "It's good that you got that out. Jack and Mearcstapa both don't want us involved. And... believe me... there's nothing I want more than to dedicate every moment of my time to making her ''suffer''. But... our relationships matter more than those feelings, I think." They look up at the papers again, keeping their arm where it is. "Yeah, now that I know ''this'' is what you want to do, we can do a lot more experimenting. I'll get a bunch of different types of paper, different colors and shit. We could even try adding some paint to the mix, maybe... Like... dipping your hands in paint, so it splatters when you move..." | |||
Raphael startles a little, and then sighs and leans into Lux's arm. "Yeah, I know. It's... she honestly does deserve it, trying to Keep Jack like that. I don't quite understand why Mearcstapa isn't as angry as we are, doesn't see it as hurting... us. But then, I don't quite understand how I can feel like it's an ''us'' to the degree I do, when I'm not even sure Jack ever wants to talk to me again, so...." Raphael shrugs. "I guess I should have said, when the image came to me, but it felt kind of... ridiculous. Until I saw how you reacted to the slashed paper. This kind of thing wasn't.... thought of as art, in my era." | |||
"Pretty sure Jack wants to talk to you. Or at least is open to it. I mean, he agreed to a movie night with everyone, at least? And I told him I was hanging out with you--and everything that might come from it, and he was cool with it." Lux shrugs. "Fuck that. ''Anything'' can be art. There's no rules. And if anyone tells you there ''are'' rules, they're pompous elitist, classist pieces of shit." | |||
"Oh he did? Mearcstapa suggested we all do that, and I agreed, but I didn't know he'd asked you two yet. Did he tell you, I told him about us dressing each other up and doing makeup, and he wants to play photographer for us?" A pause, and then Raphael chuckles, ruefully. "You mean like basically every last thing in my era was?" | |||
"We were texting some last night before I went into the hollow, and he mentioned it then." They blink, then grin slowly. "Huh. He wants to play photographer, huh? In various states of dress?" Lux looks greatly amused by the thought. "Yeah. No offense. But fuck that." | |||
"You mean Victorian social mores, I assume, not Mearcstapa taking pictures? Yes, ah.... fuck that. Catching up is hard, but I could never have been this free." Raphael looks at the papers again, and smiles. "Violence like flowers. I never expected I had this in me. And yes, well, uh, apparently he was originally just thinking he would maybe do the finished look pictures and some cute pictures of you doing my makeup, but I made the mistake of thinking he meant more and asking if he did, so now...?" | |||
"Oh, yeah. I meant the social rules stuff. I'm ''totally'' into being photographed with you." Lux smirks. "Yeah? What did he say after you suggested that?" | |||
"Nothing specific, but I'm sure he's busy ''thinking'' about it." Raphael chuckles. "Alright, I think I can handle standing back up now. I didn't realize art was so ... exhausting. But I guess that's the part that makes it art and not just.... dabbing paint on a canvas." | |||
"Catharsis is always going to be draining." Lux pushes up to their feet, reaching down to grip Raphael by the wrists to help pull him up. "Hmm... Definitely thinking about it. I'll have to explore that thought with him more, sometime. Not sure where his comfort levels actually are with the idea of threesomes. Thinking about it is different from wanting it." | |||
Raphael smiles, and for all it's a practical choice with his fingers.... a little shiver runs through him when Lux takes hold of his wrists. He blushes a bit, once he's back on his feet, and makes no move to pull his hands away. "Yeah, I'm not sure where that's really going. He definitely meant it about at least being photographer for us, but I'm not sure what else he might actually want to do. Or... want us to do. I think it might be that... voyeurism thing." | |||
"Yeah. Makes sense. Probably not something to be rushed into, even if he ''does'' want it. Figuring out... boundaries and shit." Their gaze moves over Raphael's face, mapping out the lines of his jaw, cheekbone, and brows. Eventually settling on his lips. "Mm... but we can start with just playing dress up and the makeup. I can't wait to try it. Some color on your eyes and lips would be really striking against the gray." They haven't released his wrists yet. | |||
Raphael shifts his weight a little, under Lux's intent regard, his cheeks flushing darker, swallowing hard and licking his lips as they feel suddenly dry. Oops, accidentally hot move. "Honestly I was thinking perhaps black eyeliner might be a place to start, that seems to be.... a bit of a trend? But I'll... respect your expertise. So, um... I think I've done as much art as I'm going to, for one day. Do you want to... pack up and.... go follow through on the rest of our plan?" He bites his lip, again, oops the hotness, with Lux staring right at it. | |||
Lux's fingers grip Raphael's wrists a little harder, just for a second, before they clear their throat and release him. "Ah... yeah. That'd be... good." They force their gaze away, then take a step back. "I need to clean up--promised I wouldn't leave the place a mess. It shouldn't take long, though." | |||
Raphael shudders a little, then shakes himself and steps back too, out of the circle of paper, on the other side from Lux. "I have no idea where anything goes, and we made a lot less mess than I expected we would, so.... " He stops himself from saying ''why don't you tell me what to do'', barely, and finishes with "uh, I'll go get my jacket back on." | |||
"Sure," Lux replies, then starts going through the process of pushing the table back underneath the papers, so they can hop up and take down the cords and papers. They stack the torn sheets carefully, then hop down to continue putting things away. It doesn't take too long--everything had mostly been left out pretty neatly already, so they just put them back in the various artists' stations. "Do you want to take these with you?" Lux asks, gesturing to the torn papers. | |||
"I'm not sure where I'd put them, in my little apartment." He tucks in his shirt, unrolls his cuffs, and puts the jacket back on. With the nicer shoes and the slightly disheveled hair and smoldering passions going on, the outfit works a lot better. | |||
"Do you mind if I keep them, then?" Lux glances over. | |||
"Please do." Raph blushes a little at his own intensity, looking away from Lux's brilliant gaze. | |||
Their brow arches, but then they turn to start carefully rolling the papers up, wrapping them in a clean sheet of paper so they don't get torn, then uses a rubber band to hold them in place. "So... your place, or mine?" they ask, stepping over to them with the rolled paper in hand. A beat pause. "Yours might be better, actually. On the off chance my place is bugged. Still not sure if that was just a threat or not.” | |||
"Don't we need to go to yours for your... collection?" | |||
"Oh. Well..." They clear their throat. "I guess so, yeah. If you're wanting to do that, today?" | |||
"....did you want to? I mean. I understand if you don't, or it was just... teasing at all." | |||
"It definitely wasn't teasing." They puff out a breath. "But I do think we should talk more about it, before we do that. If you're okay with that." | |||
"Which we can do now, before--or save it for another time. Whichever you prefer." | |||
"Lux... I.... if we can keep off each other long enough... yeah. Maybe... that’s a conversation for your place, though." | |||
"Okay." They pause, then grimace. "My place is... not great. It's a little better since Mearcstapa and Jack had their intervention, and I've taken a lot of stuff out to put into the hollow, but--uh. Sorry. It's kind of a mess." | |||
"Pfft. Don't worry about it. Mine is so small I don't even have a real kitchen, and I still need to ''shape'' a Hollow, and... well, I have a lot of crumpled up papers on the floor right now, from trying to do art and failing. So...." | |||
"Cool, cool... Okay, well. Come on, then." They nod towards the door, then head out with him--locking the building up behind them. | |||
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