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For Revan. Inferni → D'Neville Mansion. Post #1 of Talitha's mural; 1/4 of the wall is finished, depicting a beautiful garden with blood on the lake. Marked mature for later content. Optime form, afternoon, backyard. 300+
Suddenly the world seemed such a perfect place. Her demons were dispersed, color had returned. The dark goddess found herself enjoying the simple things that her childhood had nurtured; both her guitar and paints had felt the touch of their master again. With the near completion of her magnificent sculpture came the need for a new outlet, and with need came desire. Talitha's desire to transform the D'Neville manor into something more lively was not to be ignored. Paints and brushes in hand, the leggy de le Poer made her way from the Grimwell Caverns to a destination she knew like the back of her fragile hand. She didn't bother to ask Gabriel for permission. His daughter had regained some of her pride and confidence. She was the Aquila's little princess. Permission was merely a formality.
She would do as she pleased, and damn those who told her otherwise to the pits of fiery Hell with a hated uncle and bastard demon.
Where she had managed to find so many containers of paint was beyond the thought of Miss Lykoi; some shop in Halifax had proven useful to her trade. Her materials lay out amongst the sparse grass, on what used to be the backyard of someone's home. Off came the tops. The wet paint glittered in the mid-morning sunlight. Her worn brush dipped into a vibrant ciel blue, perfect for whatever heavens she needed to craft. It slid across the worn siding with such ease. What a difference some color could make.
Hours passed, and the artist created clouds and birds and artificial sunlight to give life to an imagined world. It could have been paradise, the way the trees and bushes grew with flowers dotting the shades of green. It could have been Eden, but it wasn't. Ruining the beauty, sitting atop a glassy lake with calm swans, was marring red. Rich, thick. Blood in painted form, that spread across the water and creeped onto the banks. Its source was undefined for the moment, leaving an eerie chill as crimson eyes sought imperfections. To her, there were none.
A shake of her brush released more paint onto the ground in uneven spatter.
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