by One on Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:15 am
Find below logs of work 8/23 - please note all info is strictly IC knowledge currently between Octavia and Tehya .. thus far.
[00:24] <+Octavia> * she'd brought all of her things there .. slowly, the easels. then the tarpulins, the great expanses of white linen needed to protect the floor of Tehya's borrowed cottage from the work she would do .. a bag of personal belongings consisting mostly of clothes and paint brushes. amongst them, though, were precious bits of glass .. teardrops of many colors, which the halfbreed had hung carefully in the windows so that they would catch the light. now she stood outdoors with hands upon her hips, focusing narrowly upon the blocks of marble that had been delivered .. sitting upon pallettes with sculptures hidden within them. the pair of exceptional rubies she'd purchased she carried always in a pouch hung from her belts, afraid they would be misplaced or stolen. now, in starlight, she uncovered the blocks and studied them for perhaps the fiftieth time, attempting to divine their purposes.
[00:29] <+Octavia> * spread upon the pine needles and gravel was the leather case holding the new tools that she would use to break the blocks apart .. to see what was inside them, as one might seize upon a clam shell buried deep and only begin to wonder at its contents. the moon fell dappled and irregular through tree canopy, covering the blocks in a nodding pattern of silver. Octavia paced around them broodily. shucked her tunic, irritated by it's touch, and threw it upon the ground with a gust of dirt and forest refuse. half-naked, peered closely at the white marble block. reached out .. passed her long, dexterous hands over it's surface and stepped nearer. closer. breathing, pressing her nose to it. forehead, moulded, pushing bare breasts in pillows against the stone. "where are you," murmured at the piece inside it, towering high over her head. felt the wind gusting through both open doors of the cottage, breathing with it scents of enamel and oils, crushed pigments.
[00:36] <+Octavia> * the dark marble could wait. inside it she could already hear the dragon twisting, and understood what it would become. the tracing she'd taken of Tehya's mark was inside, but had illustrated the feral nature of the piece to perfection .. it would writhe and shine when it was finished, would be a perfect thing for Sorgram's temple of fire .. whether or not it was the symbol of a bonding, or simply a gift. the white marble, though .. it had a more divine design, it reached out unfocused and whispered things in her ears, it called to something underneath her breastbone. it was thicker, it was male and female. since the Bardess had spoken about Stormbringer and Ishtar, the goddess in his arms .. it consumed her, though it could not reach realization. she exhaled against the stone and bared her teeth, reached out with an eyetooth, raked it against the grain of the stone .. felt it cool, unyeilding, against her nipples. "i know," she said finally. stepping backward, kicking off her shoes.
[00:43] <+Octavia> * long legs brought her back into the house. by the time she reached it she was scowling in vague frustration .. sketches for the bath house for Tamryn, half-realized notions of the black marble dragon, also the much rumpled and smoothed beginnings of the white marble sculpture were all spread around the leather chair in front of the hearth and on the kitchen table, which had become her workbench. not a single surface in Tehya's borrowed cabin was not covered in work, in tools, in frames in the midst of building .. stretched, drying, starched canvas, herbs hanging, waiting to be crushed. Tamryn's relief would be a complicated matter .. she would need admittance to the place sooner than later. dark angels writhing. spiders, red mouths, twists of limbs and toes pointed in ecstacy. within her mind, it was already done .. it was in motion, dark winged Torian males hunched screaming against the bodies of nymphs and Moriel alike .. in fact, the sculpture in the white marble was her only saving grace. that it whispered, was not dark. it was a revelation, waiting. she could see it from where she sat, gleaming whitely.
[00:52] <+Octavia> * painter, sculptor's long body was draped across the chair as though it were a garment, tousels of hair scooped away from her nape. often she worked without clothes or half dressed, so that her upper body is brown and without line. eyes the color of coffee and dark northern earth peering intensely at the marble block standing in the yard as though it were seducing her - for her imagination it was strong, it was thick .. it was soft, its breasts were poignant .. it was two, Octavia knew it was two. how they would twist was another matter altogether. she exhaled through her nose and folded upward, scuffing toward the water pump .. gulped down a wooden cup or two from the works and decided finally to light a lantern and cut up some fruit .. understanding the carve of her middle was hungry, twisting around itself. not condusive. she would sketch more of the dark angels with their hands full of thighs and hair, the clouds, the bright sky and Tamryn's keep beyond .. would need to see the curve of the building before she made any final decisions, but felt certain it would be suitable. knife sliding through peaches was satisfying. the flesh, sugary gleam, the pit she tucked into her cheek to suck on. "alright." with finality, to the knife and the fruit and the marble. " .. alright."
break the lock if it don't fit.
Winn d'Aviaa - Lene - Damascus - Octavia - siti{Carth} - Heron{Kir} - qiome|Rue| - Eleonora{LI} - Eala