Post by Bun on May 20, 2006 1:30:04 GMT -5
Can it be??!?!??! GASP! It is!! A Deonesse!! *3VIL CACKLE*
She's painting again.
He knows that much. The scent of acrylics is heavy in the Opps HQ, sick-sweet and bitter, and she isn't chattering about how wonderful the day is, or how bright the sun is, or crap like that. He loves her optimism, he really does, but honestly. The fucking sun? Who cares how bright it was? Seriously.
It doesn't bother him like it bothers the others, though. He thinks it's great, that despite everything, he's found a friend who still thinks of the little things, like how the little roses out front looked "so gosh darn cute and yellow!" or how Jaime was "the bestest cook ever and she's gonna take over the world with her pancakes, REALLY". She is a little chatterbird, a regular hater of silence, a warrior against loneliness, and a messenger of bright, happy rainbows.
And he...well, he wore messy eyeliner and his favorite color was black. Or sometimes green, but only SOMETIMES. Because black was infinitely cooler than green. He only liked green around her, because according to Little Miss Artist, "black is not a color it is a TONE thankyouverymuchandhaveaniceday!"
Her voice pierces the amicable silence. "De~o!! I know you're out there!! Could you get me some water, please?!"
She doesn't ask for water because she's thirsty, he knows. She asks for water when she fucks up on something and refuses to admit it, so she uses the water to wash out the mistake and pretend it never happened. Because Vanesse was like that. She hated to see the bad. She only wanted to see the good.
It was one of those optimistic characteristics that wasn't very usefu in life AT ALL, but somehow, Vanesse was getting through alrightl.
Deo sighs and obediently gets her water, in her special ARTS bowl, which is basically a paint-spattered old plastic bowl that has a chip on the mouth so nobody wants to use it. He strolls into her room and she is splayed on the floor, frowning down at a large sheet of thick white paper, her paintbrush poised. He realizes then that she is painting a portrait, their portrait.
"That looks nice," he comments, putting down her water. "What went wrong?"
"Nothinnnng!" she retorts testily, dabbing her brush in the water and making the clear liquid implode with black. "I just wanna lighten something up, that's all." And she spatters water in one area with extreme prejudice.
"Ha ha, I see it!" he points, crowing. In the Opps portrait, she's gone and accidentally painted a streak of black paint on Lawric, because she was obviously painting in Portrait Deo's shirt and somehow missed Deo and hit Lawric.
"Shut up!" she insists, glaring at him, and then reaches up, running a streak of watery black on his pants. "So mean!"
"Aww, Van, my pants!"
"Go wash them if you wanna clean it out, then."
"...Too much trouble."
"Lazy bum!" But she doesn't press, and pretty soon, she puts the finishing touches on her portrait. "Ta~~~~da!" she sings, holding out her arms. "Whaddaya think?"
"Sure. That's cute."
"Cute? Oh, I forgot." And Van wrinkles her nose. "You're one of those math geeks who totally have no brain for art."
"I have no brain for useless stuff like that."
"It's not useless! Haven't you heard that art imitates life? Or was it life imitates art? Well, art is connected to LIFE, and therefore is INFINITELY useful."
"...I guess." Deo scratches his head. "You need anything else?"
"Nope! Just gotta wait for this to dry and then I'll be putting it up somewhere." She beams at him, and he can't help but smile back, because Van's smiles are infectious, it drives him crazy that she can make him smile so easily.
But then again, she's Van. She's the Opps' Residential Goddess of Light and Rainbows.
And she's a crusader for the "Black & White Are Not Colors They Are TONES" campaign, too.
Deo waves. "Okay, I'm gonna go to sleep. G'night, Artsy Fartsy."
"Night, Math Junkie."
He leaves her room and ambles to his own, and promptly passes out on his bed.
When he awakens, he reaches out on his bedside table----and his fingers brush thick paper.
Dazedly, Deo raises his head, and looks.
The Opps portrait stares up at him: Lawric's drawling smirk, Jaime's happy smile, Deo's own silly grin, and beside him...Van's infectious beam, bright and rainbow-filled. And there's a note.
I remember now: Life imitates art. Hopefully, our life will imitate my art, and maybe we'll stay together like this forever?
It is written in Vanesse's slanted, curving scrawl, and Deo can't help but smile.
Maybe art wasn't so useless after all. It certainly cheers him up.
She's painting again.
He knows that much. The scent of acrylics is heavy in the Opps HQ, sick-sweet and bitter, and she isn't chattering about how wonderful the day is, or how bright the sun is, or crap like that. He loves her optimism, he really does, but honestly. The fucking sun? Who cares how bright it was? Seriously.
It doesn't bother him like it bothers the others, though. He thinks it's great, that despite everything, he's found a friend who still thinks of the little things, like how the little roses out front looked "so gosh darn cute and yellow!" or how Jaime was "the bestest cook ever and she's gonna take over the world with her pancakes, REALLY". She is a little chatterbird, a regular hater of silence, a warrior against loneliness, and a messenger of bright, happy rainbows.
And he...well, he wore messy eyeliner and his favorite color was black. Or sometimes green, but only SOMETIMES. Because black was infinitely cooler than green. He only liked green around her, because according to Little Miss Artist, "black is not a color it is a TONE thankyouverymuchandhaveaniceday!"
Her voice pierces the amicable silence. "De~o!! I know you're out there!! Could you get me some water, please?!"
She doesn't ask for water because she's thirsty, he knows. She asks for water when she fucks up on something and refuses to admit it, so she uses the water to wash out the mistake and pretend it never happened. Because Vanesse was like that. She hated to see the bad. She only wanted to see the good.
It was one of those optimistic characteristics that wasn't very usefu in life AT ALL, but somehow, Vanesse was getting through alrightl.
Deo sighs and obediently gets her water, in her special ARTS bowl, which is basically a paint-spattered old plastic bowl that has a chip on the mouth so nobody wants to use it. He strolls into her room and she is splayed on the floor, frowning down at a large sheet of thick white paper, her paintbrush poised. He realizes then that she is painting a portrait, their portrait.
"That looks nice," he comments, putting down her water. "What went wrong?"
"Nothinnnng!" she retorts testily, dabbing her brush in the water and making the clear liquid implode with black. "I just wanna lighten something up, that's all." And she spatters water in one area with extreme prejudice.
"Ha ha, I see it!" he points, crowing. In the Opps portrait, she's gone and accidentally painted a streak of black paint on Lawric, because she was obviously painting in Portrait Deo's shirt and somehow missed Deo and hit Lawric.
"Shut up!" she insists, glaring at him, and then reaches up, running a streak of watery black on his pants. "So mean!"
"Aww, Van, my pants!"
"Go wash them if you wanna clean it out, then."
"...Too much trouble."
"Lazy bum!" But she doesn't press, and pretty soon, she puts the finishing touches on her portrait. "Ta~~~~da!" she sings, holding out her arms. "Whaddaya think?"
"Sure. That's cute."
"Cute? Oh, I forgot." And Van wrinkles her nose. "You're one of those math geeks who totally have no brain for art."
"I have no brain for useless stuff like that."
"It's not useless! Haven't you heard that art imitates life? Or was it life imitates art? Well, art is connected to LIFE, and therefore is INFINITELY useful."
"...I guess." Deo scratches his head. "You need anything else?"
"Nope! Just gotta wait for this to dry and then I'll be putting it up somewhere." She beams at him, and he can't help but smile back, because Van's smiles are infectious, it drives him crazy that she can make him smile so easily.
But then again, she's Van. She's the Opps' Residential Goddess of Light and Rainbows.
And she's a crusader for the "Black & White Are Not Colors They Are TONES" campaign, too.
Deo waves. "Okay, I'm gonna go to sleep. G'night, Artsy Fartsy."
"Night, Math Junkie."
He leaves her room and ambles to his own, and promptly passes out on his bed.
When he awakens, he reaches out on his bedside table----and his fingers brush thick paper.
Dazedly, Deo raises his head, and looks.
The Opps portrait stares up at him: Lawric's drawling smirk, Jaime's happy smile, Deo's own silly grin, and beside him...Van's infectious beam, bright and rainbow-filled. And there's a note.
I remember now: Life imitates art. Hopefully, our life will imitate my art, and maybe we'll stay together like this forever?
It is written in Vanesse's slanted, curving scrawl, and Deo can't help but smile.
Maybe art wasn't so useless after all. It certainly cheers him up.
