art of the tides.— [adrian/gideon]
Jun 28, 2021 14:56:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2021 14:56:38 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―
FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―
Adrian was lost in his thoughts currently. The world around him was ignored as he focused on the notepad in front of him. The notepad wasn't a regular notebook, each page was water color paper. He sat on the beach, glad the wind was calm today so he didn't have to worry about sand blowing around. Next to him was a case of watercolor pencils, a small plastic container, and a water bottle. The little plastic container had a small amount of water in it from his water bottle. And he brought with one brush just in case he wanted to apply the water directly to his paper rather than dipping the pencils.
With each stroke of a pencil against the paper, he felt his stress leaving him, The last couple days he had been avoiding both his boyfriend and his best friend, he just couldn't deal with the fight that they had the first time they met. He was ignoring that mess and focusing on his paper and the sea. The ocean was one of his favourite subjects to paint. It terrified him, yes, especially after he had almost drowned before Frost saved him. But, it was also beautiful. The beauty mixed with the horror really drew him to the sea. He had dreams of walking into the sea and being engulfed by it. It was a strange sort of beauty.
The ocean had the horrible yet intense sort of beauty that made mirrors want to shatter themselves as they cannot properly reflect the image before them. That's why he enjoyed incorporating it into his art so much. He saw art as a way to show what he cannot properly put into words. He dare not speak of his fear of drowning - a career from district four who's scared of drowning was laughable. But, he could let it out through his artwork. He couldn't tell his father about his relationship issues, he didn't feel like it was a good idea to come out yet to him. His mother was usually the one he went to with his problems, but she was gone.
Instead, it was just him and the ocean. Or so he thought. He didn't see another boy approaching him, Gideon. He grabbed his water bottle and took a drink before continuing. Adrians bright blue eyes staring at the ocean for muse as the ocean stared back at him, daring him to come in. He had heard of myths of sirens luring sailors to his death. And honestly, he believed it. He felt as though the ocean itself was trying to lure him into his death. Maybe it's because of how stressed he was and the ocean felt like an escape from all of that. Maybe it's because somewhere on the other side of that ocean there were other places. Places far from the grasp of Panem. Maybe there was somewhere he didn't have to pretend to be someone he wasn't, somewhere he wouldn't have to hide himself and he could just live a quiet life with his art.
With each stroke of a pencil against the paper, he felt his stress leaving him, The last couple days he had been avoiding both his boyfriend and his best friend, he just couldn't deal with the fight that they had the first time they met. He was ignoring that mess and focusing on his paper and the sea. The ocean was one of his favourite subjects to paint. It terrified him, yes, especially after he had almost drowned before Frost saved him. But, it was also beautiful. The beauty mixed with the horror really drew him to the sea. He had dreams of walking into the sea and being engulfed by it. It was a strange sort of beauty.
The ocean had the horrible yet intense sort of beauty that made mirrors want to shatter themselves as they cannot properly reflect the image before them. That's why he enjoyed incorporating it into his art so much. He saw art as a way to show what he cannot properly put into words. He dare not speak of his fear of drowning - a career from district four who's scared of drowning was laughable. But, he could let it out through his artwork. He couldn't tell his father about his relationship issues, he didn't feel like it was a good idea to come out yet to him. His mother was usually the one he went to with his problems, but she was gone.
Instead, it was just him and the ocean. Or so he thought. He didn't see another boy approaching him, Gideon. He grabbed his water bottle and took a drink before continuing. Adrians bright blue eyes staring at the ocean for muse as the ocean stared back at him, daring him to come in. He had heard of myths of sirens luring sailors to his death. And honestly, he believed it. He felt as though the ocean itself was trying to lure him into his death. Maybe it's because of how stressed he was and the ocean felt like an escape from all of that. Maybe it's because somewhere on the other side of that ocean there were other places. Places far from the grasp of Panem. Maybe there was somewhere he didn't have to pretend to be someone he wasn't, somewhere he wouldn't have to hide himself and he could just live a quiet life with his art.
ADRIAN NAVARRE
