(1310-06-07) Portrait in the Rain
Summary: An artist is required to paint a portrait of Desarae, and it's Elliot who answers the call.
RL Date: June 7th, 2018
Related: None
desarae elliot 

Rooftop Garden - Ducal Palace


How long has it been since the curse has been lifted from Desarae? If anyone were to ask the young woman herself, then her response would be 'too long'. Her days have been long and drawn out since then, and have consisted in her being shuttled back and forth from her bed to her suite's terrace. But today she's insisted on being allowed the freedom of the rooftop gardens where there's more space. More air. Just… more. She's also asked for an artist to be sent for, and someone somewhere must have had Elliot's name as a contact. Dressed in black damask silk, and with her hair left to hang in a polished fall of dark waves, she sits on chair beneath a bower of white roses, a book in her hands as she waits.

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Elliot is somewhat known for his love of the arts, namely painting and playing the violin. Somehow his name must have reached the palace and so he winds up arriving there on artist business. Stepping into the garden the golden hair Rocaille is dressed in a tunic of emerald green silks with silver embroidery on it, his breeches and boots are both black the dark colors giving the young man a regal look. A servant follows him carrying a satchel filled with his art supplies and while the servant sets up the easel and art supplies nearby Elliot approches Desarae and bows politely at the waist in a show of respect. "My Lady Mereliot, I am Lord Elliot Rocaille and I was informed that you desired the talents of an artist?" He straightens and regards her with assessing eyes. "It would be a delight to paint you, if that is your wish?" He doesn't bring up the fact that she was cursed or the loss that she faced. Though its clear by his expression he does feel for her a good measure of sympathy for what she suffered and relief that she survived he has no wish to remind her or bring up painful topics at the moment it seems.

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Desarae sets her book aside and offers a smile to Elliot. "My Lord Rocaille. Forgive me please for not jumping to my feet, but were I to do so, I'd probably fall. Won't you sit with me for a moment, so that we might talk for a bit before you start." Elliot will find that two other chairs have already been placed a conversational distance from where Desarae sits, and his attention will be drawn to them by an indication of her hand. She'll wait for him to settle before she speaks again. "My father would always say that an artist likes to get at least some degree of insight into the personality of their sitter before commencing a portrait. Would you like some refreshment?" She has a pitcher of iced lemonade at her elbow, and two glasses that are set with it, along with some light-as-air pastries topped with a dusting of powdered sugar and candied flowers.

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"My Lady, I could never forgive myself if I caused you to fall. Though I would admittedly rush to catch you if that were the case, such should still be avoided." Elliot smiles warmly back at Desarae and settles with graceful ease into a seat across from her. "Indeed, it helps to capture the essence of a person if you have some form of insight. Something to drink would be welcome and thank you." He flashes her another smile. "So will you tell me about yourself then? Give me some insight so that I may capture you for eternity on canvas?"

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Though servants lurk, Desarae lifts the jug and pours a refreshing glass of lemonade for Elliot with her own hand. Ice clinks as the liquid slides into the glass, and she holds one out for him to take. "Help yourself to any of the pastries that you have a fancy for. No doubt it'll please those that fuss over me if they imagine my appetite's returned. After handing off the glass in her hand, she claims the other for herself and settles back in her seat. "What can I tell you about myself that the latest gossip and hearsay will have left out? I imagine that you already know of B├ęziers, so we won't speak of that. Let's speak instead of things that I like. The stars, perhaps. When I was a novice at Rose Sauvage I liked slipping out when dark so that I might stare at the skies. I love the stories that are told of the constellations; both the true and untrue. Do you ever look at the skies yourself, my lord?"

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Elliot accepts the glass and lifts it to his lips for a slow sip. He considers her a long moment before smiling faintly in amusement. "You wish me to help fool your caretakers into thinking you are eating more? How devious. I will make a deal with you then my lady. For every pastry I eat, you must eat half of another at least. I don't want to be the only one eating afterall, that would be rude." He smiles impishly at her and then falls silent to listen as she speaks of the stars. He smiles and nods slowly. "I find the sky to be one of the most beautiful and wonderous things to behold in this world, the stars included. Each time of day has its own beauty. Sunrise brings excitment, new things, and energy that prepares us for a new day, the colors of the rising sun are bright and vivid to reflect this. Midday is full of the softer yet still bright light of the sun to keep us going, it is a light that is full of promise. Sunset is probably my favorite though, when day fades to evening in a splash of color that offers the hopeful promise of a new day. The night sky is inspiration, it makes me want to reflect and think when I look up at the stars. They always made me think of diamonds. Like a jeweler from the heavens strung together the constellations so we could admire his work forever." He chuckles softly. "But I suppose I rambled a bit there, my apologies." He reaches out for a pastry.

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Desarae looks intently at Elliot as he speaks. "Like diamonds. Yes." she muses. "How astute of you. And there is something to knowing that wherever I am, if someone I love is also looking at the skies in that moment, then they will be looking at the same stars as I." A sip of her lemonade is taken, and her eyes slide away, cutting towards the panoramic view of the city that the rooftop allows. For a moment there's a silence between them which might allow Elliot to study his subject in a little more detail. He'll see a fey and delicate looking creaturewhen he does, the ravages that the curse wrought on her still evident in the paler than usual caste of her complexion. She wears a band of black velvet ribbon that keeps her hair caught back neatly from her face, and there's a piquant air of sorrow about her that clings to her like a shadow. "You're very poetic in your musings of the skies," she eventually says, her eyes still directed away. "You make me wish to see more sunrises, my lord, though I'm rarely from my bed at that hour."

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Elliot doesn't seem to mind as he is eyed with that intense gaze, he just smiles softly. His eyes watch and study her carefully as he takes a bite of his pastry, he savors the sweet letting his eyes take note of every detail he can while he does so. Swallowing the bite he tilts his head at her words. "Thank you. I find it is important to see the beauty in the world around us, it is everywhere if only we look." He smiles softly and then adds. "I hope you get the chance to see a sunrise soon then My Lady. The energy and joy one feels as the rising sun lights up the sky and its first rays touch your face…its lovely." He takes another bite of his pastry and continues to quitely observe her.

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Desarae looks back to Elliot, and there's that catching of her eyes in his again. Intense green, they're a vivid contrast to her skin and her hair, and there's that catch of her lower lip between her teeth at something he's said. Her breath is slowly released. "Joy. I wonder when I will feel that again. Perhaps we should make a start on the painting." A statement, not a question. "What I do not want is something frivolous and light, since I do not feel particularly frivolous and light. I would like you to capture the essence of me as I am, if you would." Her chin lifts, and the artist in Elliot will note perhaps the effort that she exerts upon herself to hold her composure at such a difficult time for her. It shows in the set of her jaw and the furrowing of her brow. The shine of her eyes. "Would you like me to remain here, in the bower, or move somewhere else? We have the whole of the garden to ourselves."

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Elliot's own eyes lock with those green orbs, the bright blue of his gaze gentle yet firm as he returns her stare. "It will take time my Lady. But I will do all I can to help bring you a bit of satisfaction if not joy." He finishes his pastry and rises looking around the garden thoughtfully. His eyes snap over to a railing covered in vines, from there one can easily see the sky when one looks up. "By the railing I think. I have an idea. You inspire me like the night sky my lady, so I shall paint both. I shall paint you with the stars." He offers her his hand, offering to guide her over to his chosen place with a gentle yet firm touch.

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"I like that," Desarae says quietly, her hand slipping into Elliot's. He'll find that her touch is cool, and the pressure of her fingers light where they curl on the edge of his palm. Aided by him, she unfolds from her seat and allows him to lead her across to the railings. She's average of height and will always be so, though she carries herself with the gravitas of someone a good deal taller. She wears no jewellery on her person save a locket of gold about her throat, and no pins or combs confuse her hair. Just that band of black ribbon. There's a ghost of a smile as she steps up to the railing, her hand abandoning his so it might be placed on the iron. It'd appear that Elliot's chosen well in his choice of setting, for the breeze that filters across the city from the sea, catches at Desarae's hair and flirts gently with it, softening her edges.

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Elliot takes a moment to take in the sight and smiles at her warmly. "This shall be one of my best works yet, just wait." He looks excited as he goes to his easel which has already been set up and positioned by his ever dutiful assistant. He prepares the paints and starts to work on capturing the image that is Desarae in the starlight. "Do you enjoy music my Lady? Another form of art I enjoy besides painting is my violin, art music and books are all guilty pleasures of mine." He talks to her while he works but his focus remains sharp doing his best to capture every detail as best as he can.

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Elliot spends 1 luck points on For Art!.
<FS3> Elliot rolls Painting+50: Failure. (4 4 6 6 6 5 6 6 6 2 5 4 6 4 1 3 1 4 4 4)

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"I am afraid that I am not blessed with musical talent," Desarae says, her shoulders lifting as the breeze around them freshens. It brings with it the tang of the sea from the port, and the promise of rain in it's touch. Her fingers tighten where they hold about the railing. "I was fostered in Rose Sauvage, so there were many other things that occupied my time and thoughts beyond music, and it was never considered too much of a failing that I could neither hold nor play a single note. Tone deaf, my tutors would say of me." No embarrassment in her admittance of that, and she leans her weight back, arms stretching a little in support of her weight. Her back arches enough that so she can tilt her face to the skies, her eyes closing for the brevity of a moment.

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Elliot chuckles softly. "There is nothing wrong with not being able to play or sing. Some simply enjoy listening after all. I have been to Rose Sauvage a couple times myself, it seems like a place full of strong personalities. You must have fit in quite well." He continues to paint looking towards her and smiling softly as the painting begins to take shape. However his joy doesn't last soft droplets of rain begin to fall from the sky and onto him and his work. He sighs and looks stubbornly up at the sky before going back to work. It will take more than a little water to get him to admit defeat here. He continues to paint working with the flow of the raindrops to give his work a more melancoly look.

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Elliot spends 1 luck points on Maybe it will turn out okay?.
<FS3> Elliot rolls Painting+50: Amazing Success. (1 7 5 8 2 3 5 2 2 3 7 8 8 5 4 1 1 7 8 1)

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The rain falls heavier now, though it seems not to bother Desarae, in fact it quite suits the young woman's mood. She remains exactly where she is, the breeze strengthening further to whip at her rain-soaked hair and tug at the ends of her ribbon. She doesn't look Elliot's way. She doesn't look anywhere. Her eyes remain closed and her face remains tipped to the skies. Were it not raining, it'd be easy to tell that it's not just the rain that soaks her face, but that tears are mingled in with it. Her body refuses to betray her sadness however, and there's no trembling of her shoulders, no heaving of her breast. She cries. But silently.

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Finally done Elliot steps back to look over his work. A single tear falls from his eyes as he takes in the sight that he has captured. The image of Desarae in all her beauty and sorrow, the sky behind her cloudy with just a few stars peeking out. Its a dark and moody work, the rain that touched the canvas giving it further character rather than ruining the effect.

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