Tropical and all seas? Can't be too mad about that, can you?
[ but he can tell by the wistful look on koby's face, the glimmer in his eyes far and distant that koby is there, living in the place even for a moment of time. the longing - he understands that most of all.
gently, he pulls his arm away from the painting, grabbing at one of the brushes himself. he swirls two colors together to create a deep, sea green. he doesn't hesitate when he slides closer, and carefully begins to start carving lines in paint over one of koby's pecs. he's not much of a painter - not at all, but he's admired enough art to make something out of the shapes and colors. ]
Guessing that's why I see you and that sailor boy out on the lake, huh?
[ a pivot, to keep koby out of the darkness of longing and in the present while he paints. ]
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[ but he can tell by the wistful look on koby's face, the glimmer in his eyes far and distant that koby is there, living in the place even for a moment of time. the longing - he understands that most of all.
gently, he pulls his arm away from the painting, grabbing at one of the brushes himself. he swirls two colors together to create a deep, sea green. he doesn't hesitate when he slides closer, and carefully begins to start carving lines in paint over one of koby's pecs. he's not much of a painter - not at all, but he's admired enough art to make something out of the shapes and colors. ]
Guessing that's why I see you and that sailor boy out on the lake, huh?
[ a pivot, to keep koby out of the darkness of longing and in the present while he paints. ]