I can’t help but be wrong in the dark
'Cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts
'Cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts
The stick of charcoal in his grasp shook as his magic struggled to maintain its grip, so in awe as he was from the sight that they had stumbled upon. Stretching out before them, rising from blades of withered, sickly looking grass that should have been the primary source of confusion here, sat a field of blooming flowers. Every bloom glittered beneath the ample winter sunlight, reaching skyward with petals seemingly made of gemstones. It was breathtaking, and honestly quite unlike anything that he had seen before. There had been beauty within Luminous, but it paled in comparison to this.
Immediately upon arrival Ard had pulled out the sketchbook from inside of his cloak, flipping it open to reveal a blank canvas. Fervently he chewed on his lower lip, brows pinched just so, as he used his magic to pull a well-used stick of charcoal from the pockets of his cloak and put the worn tip to parchment. Never before had he lamented his lack of colored charcoals, and his heart sank in realization that he would never, ever be able to capture the mysterious beauty of this place, a place so stained with the blood of previous battles, on paper to be remembered for seasons to come. Black and white would have to do, but it would pale next to the grandeur displayed before their very beings.
Ard was aware of Erd at his side, his brother always close by, but his focus was honestly rooted on the swaying flowers and the familiar scratch of charcoal against parchment. Ever so slowly did the scene come together, but it did lack. The flowers themselves were lifelike from where they were sketched, petals curling towards the end as they branched ever skyward on crooked, bent stalks. A monochromatic field of mirrored images spread before the artist, gracing the paper of his sketchpad with a memory that would never be forgotten.
Eventually, he closed the book with a ’snap!’, tucking it away along with the remaining sliver of charcoal. He glanced towards his brother, a flick of turquoise eyes, and spotted Erd staring affectionately in his direction. Immediately he frowned, ears pinning back against curling, taupe locks. “What?” The younger warlock growled out, which caused Erd’s shit-eating grin to grow. Ard rolled his eyes. “I had to.” But the things he could have done with multi-colored sticks of charcoal, as opposed to just a plain black.
Oh well. There were many sights to be had on Novus, he was discovering, and surely more rarities would come popping up. It seemed to be the trend, anyway. Erd’s response soothed his mild ire, a statement of ’I know,’ accompanied with a warm grin.
Together, then, they approached the field of flowers. Erd seemed far more interested now that they were up close, but didn’t try to take one. Nonetheless, he seemed enraptured by them, curious and inquisitive as only a tinkerer’s mind could be. Much how his twin stared at him as he had madly sketched an image of the flowers did Ard watch Erd, smiling knowingly as Erd began to spout out nonsense about the whole thing. It really was adorable.
***STAFF EDIT
@Ard has rolled a 3! Perhaps he has decided to pick a flower to take home with him; however, bad luck will dog his heels for the next 1 RL month (half an IC season). You can decide what the details of his bad luck entail, pm @nestle or @sid if you want ideas!
