(1310-09-29) Upon the Canvas
Summary: Evelyne and Sebastien use a moment of creative privacy at the Dance of Colors to get to know each other better and continue a conversation about their future.
RL Date: 29/09-02/10/2018
Related: This happens during the Dance of Colors.
evelyne sebastien 

Le Coquelicot — Night Court

Tiles of fine beige colored marble cover the floor in an ever repetitive pattern that is only broken by the circle of inlay work in its center, where through the use of white marble and dark red obsidian a likeness of the poppy flower comes to life, informing the visitor which salon it is he has entered. Long white drapes embroidered with a line of similar earthy dark red to the obsidian used in the floor are arranged to frame the windows, through which the parlour will be generously lighted through the day. Scattered about the room are comfortable chairs, light rattan fletching topped off with comfortable, cream-colored cushions, beside small tables where long slender flagons of wine stand at the ready beside goblets made of clay, glazed in warm earthy tones.

The air is that of relaxation, on more levels than just the physical; this extends to the mind, the soul, and the heart as well. An effect that is enhanced by the soothing melodies played by a lutist in a corner, by the pleasant subtle scents emanating from clay bowls filled with aromatic oils sitting on the tables; the warm lighting of oil lamps through glass shades painted with soothing patterns of waves in orange and dark red. Enhanced further by the soft laughter rippling through these halls where the visitor for once is allowed to take a break from his everyday trials and tribulations, from fears and worries, from tenseness in muscles and sometimes just loneliness.

Archways in old Tiberian style lead onwards to three areas, where patrons can find soothing in the way they wish to. Whereas a stairway at the back curves all the way up to the upper floor, where private quarters of courtesans and adepts can be found.


"Hah!" It is a light sound of amusement that escapes Evelyne when Sebastien meets her challenge with… submitting to her request? She empties her glass and moves to stand, resting her hand upon the Basilisque lord's arm as he guides her towards one of the canvasses. There might be a mischievous glance she shoots Eneas' way as the Somerville lady claims one of those canvasses for her own. There is a paravent drawn then, so that she and Sebastien can get rid of clothes and engage in the arts. And there, a giggle can be heard, when Evelyne starts fidgeting with her shoes.

Sebastien takes off his jacket and shirt before joining the canvas. His clothes will be given to one of the adepts who already is preparing a canvas and pouring some paint over it. He takes off his shoes as well but remains in his leather pants. Vicomte accepts the palette of different colors presented to them and two brushes. Then he patiently waits for Evelyne to be ready. "Will you draw first, or shall I start?"

Upon the Canvas, Evelyne gets out of her dress without any fanfare. It is a practical gown, and Evelyne chose it for a reason. It drifts to the floor, and after that, she lifts a thin chemise up over her head, leaving only some undergarments and her stockings, the latter of which she removes now. Unashamed she is of having so much skin bared to him, and Eve hands the dress to an attendant to have it placed safely somewhere, away from colors. She takes a good look at Sebastien, and in stepping closer, she touches her fingers to his chest, probing and curious. Before she reaches for some of the color, to apply it to his skin, painting it with a black snake that winds across his torso.

There is a rustle of clothes coming from behind the canvas that is now hidden from view by a paravent, and shortly after, a novice can be seen emerging from said space with the dress of Evelyne upon her arm.

Upon the Canvas, Sebastien flinches when a brush moistured in a cold paint touches his skin. His gaze wanders over Evelyne's body before following her arm to see what she is actually trying to draw. "Ah, a snake!" he seems amused by the obvious. But then again, he tries to stand still and not move that everything would go smoothly to the lady. "What colors are you favorite?" He asks. "And do not trying saying that it's your house colors. You are not obliged to love only them."

Upon the Canvas, Evelyne giggles softly when she observes that flinch. "Are you ticklish?", the Somerville lady teases lightly as she continues with her work. Once the black winding form of the snake adorns Sebastien's chest, she dips the paintbrush into a pot of blue color. "I like colorful colors," she replies to his question, while she paints a pair of eyes upon the serpent's head. "Green… blue… red… orange… I don't mind, really. Colors I don't like are… grey… brown… and black." Funny, considering this was her first choice of color when beginning to paint Sebastien!

Behind the paravent, where Evelyne and Sebastien have vanished, some giggles can be heard. Giggles and wisps of conversation. About colors. Favorite colors. "Green… orange…", the voice of Evelyne declares, before adding some more words at a lower volume.

Upon the Canvas, Sebastien says "And yet you will be bound to someone who is brown, gray and black. Does that truly not scare you?" He looks down at the young woman in a deep consideration. While she is focused on drawing on his chest, Sebastien immerses his own paintbrush into the red and then brings the brush to Evelyne's cheek, where he starts to draw an arched line, and then another. He is being quite uncreative himself as he draws a shape of a heart.

Upon the Canvas, Evelyne chuckles at his observation. "I am scared of nothing, and least of all of you.", she declares. "You are not these colors. Wait… let me clarify…" Again she dips her paintbrush into a pot and then begins to paint long lines of red, orange and yellow around the serpent. "You are far more than you wish to make me believe, Sebastien." Her cheek twists a little when she feels his brush painting it. "There is fire in you. Passion. This is a good thing."

Upon the Canvas, Sebastien says "Oh! If only you would see my passion in the sea!" He laughs. "I was out sailing for four years and I still consider it to be my best years. To be honest? I would love to sail off and spend my whole life on the waves. Yet, I am bound to mountains." He shares a small part of his past and a small part of his dreams with Evelyne. Maybe this therapy of painting helps to open up? But then he grows more quiet, more thoughtful. He starts taking a color after color, and use them to paint the inside of the shape of a heart on her cheek."

Upon the Canvas, Evelyne says, "I would love to sail myself!" She smiles and tilts her head, attention on the work of art she creates. More colors are added, green and blue, a calm counterpart to the heat of the flames. "Do you enjoy riding out, Sebastien? Maybe we can go for a ride together sometime these days. In the countryside? The Bois d'Aubagne is delightful." And slowly, her work of art progresses from the torso towards the arms, as she decorates them with interesting swirls and circles.

Upon the Canvas, Sebastien says "And where would you sail, lady Evelyne? Do you have any specific lands to which your heart is attracted to?" He takes then a blue color and runs the brush down from her neck to her cleavage. The lines he draws weave joining into forming dark clouds. He then starts to add small dots here and there all over her chest. His touch is gentle, of course. Though, he makes so many dots that a simple drizzle becomes an actual rain. "I do enjoy riding. Horses way less than waves but if you enjoy riding, we can definitely do so. We could also take my son. I would like that you both could bond."

"I haven't sailed anywhere, ever, in my entire life," says the 17-year-old lady to the lord that is her senior, both in years and experience. "And I don't speak any language apart from d'Angeline. Any foreign country would be an adventure for me to explore," Evelyne adds with a brightening of her smile. But there comes distraction.

<FS3> Evelyne rolls Composure: Good Success. (4 4 6 7 7 5)

The work of his brush upon her skin, those dots, make Evelyne's blue eyes veil a little from lowered lashes. "Why the clouds?", she asks, as if to distract from the slowly increasing scent of apples about her. "Let us ride out then," the blonde lady decides. "Us three. You and your son, and myself. That should be fun." Now, with Sebastien facing her, Evelyne can continue with her own little painting of him. Tracing the musculature of his torso in those lines of orange and red, to make that fire come to life. "His name is Rousseau, is it not?"

"We could find you a tutor who could teach you of a new language, if you desire. In fact, I am planning to find one for my dearest Rousseau. You could start learning together with him. He is very much like you. Very curious about the world around him. Unfortunately, his father is not that fun of a man, and his uncle is drowning in his own architectural designs. So, a young boy is spending time only with his tutors. He could use a friend!" Sebastien explains. He does not answer in regards of the clouds, instead, he takes a green color now and moves a step backwards that he could quickly draw some green lines very tightly to each other on the bottom of Evelyne's abdomen. The grass. And once he is over with that, he takes brown paint and draws a thick stem of a tree which goes from the grass and raises to the young lady's chest. Then his hand weaves branches. Many of them trying to reach the sky and entwine one of her breasts, especially tightly circling around the side where Evelyne's heart is beating.

"Oh, I would like that," Evelyne replies. "It would also offer another, unique… opportunity to spend time with Rousseau, where we would be, in a way equals. Both learning. Perhaps this can help in getting to know him from a different side than he would show…", she rolls her blue eyes a little with a faint grin, "a very young step-mother." Her gaze drops to where Sebastien brings green to her belly, and she chuckles, for whatever reason that will remain a secret. And then she grows quiet, observing as he lets a tree grow from there, and those branches that try to wrap around the curves of her anatomy. Her own art is paused for a moment, before she resumes where she left off, and now turns to the blue of water and calm, painting waves with white color upon his arms. And then, she paints some more, upon his abdomen, below the fire, the brush circling and whirling as if following the tide.

Sebastien takes a moment allowing Evelyn to continue her own show off of artistic abilities. Though, when opportunity arises, the man takes red color and after staring at the image of tree growing in the storm, he draws a long arched line from the grass goring into the clouds and disappearing there. Then he choses an orange tone and adds exactly the same line under that red. One after another he picks green, blue, light blue, violet as he draws a beautiful shining rainbow which makes the storm way less scary, way less grim and more romantic, a tad childish. He smiles at his own work and nods, "Then it's decided. We will find a tutor of Skaldi to my son and you. Skaldia is attacking our borders constantly and there is nothing more important than knowing the language of your enemy!"

Evelyne has never been much of a painter, and so her own efforts lack finesse, very much sharing that simple character in execution, a more explorative way of painting, to develop as she proceeds. "That should be…" ..nice, she had almost said. But the word seems misplaced, in the context of what Sebastien adds, and so she leaves the sentence unfinished, nodding her head instead. "Are there any nice hunting grounds in the Vicomté de Montmarlon?", the Somerville lady asks then, raising her gaze briefly as Sebastien makes her body bloom in the many colors of a rainbow. While she begins to add in little fish in the water, tiny yellow dots here and there on his skin.

"Absolutely," Sebastien says when he sets the brush down since he is done with his own painting of nature. "Montmarlon is close to the mountains. The weather is usually quite cold and windy. We have a lot of rain. The higher you go to the mountains, the colder it gets and you can even find some snow. However, we have very few safe passages. So, I forbid you to even have a thought of riding out alone. Trust me, small groups of Skaldi would be the least of your problem. The nights grow freezingly cold in the mountains and there is nothing more easier than to get lost." He makes a pause to allow his words to sink into lady's mind. "Many man did not survive, I don't think that a frail lady as yourself would. However, if we go hunting, we can explore the beauty of our nature and bring home a wolf, a chamois, a mouflon, a marmot, a deer, a lynx or a boar as a prey. You are passionate hunter?"

"I love spending time outside," Evelyne Somerville admits with a soft sigh and her eyes glinting. "As you've seen, I am more than a passable rider. It's not like I am great at hunting, but I have considered learning a bit of archery. It was a contest at the tournament, where many ladies competed, so I think this would be an acceptable thing for me to learn?" Her smile dims then a little, when dangers are mentioned, and she is quick to add, "I would like to go hunting with you, as this could become a pleasant way of spending time together, away from courtly duties."

Her own work of art seems to be finished as well, at least Evelyne lowers the brush as she regards Sebastien in his new colorful look. "I wouldn't have thought that color adds so much to the way you appear, my lord." She smiles as she puts the brush away. "I believe we both did quite well, didn't we?"

If allowed, Sebastien would try to cup Evelyne's cheeks into his large and mildly rough palms. He would raise her head a bit up that he would properly look down into her eyes. His own dark gaze lingers on hers. So many questions asked, so many plans already arranged by a young lady. His lips press together in a thought. He does appear to be upset for a second when he whispers, "You are so young…" And there might be a pity in his tone but then he curls his lips up into a broad and playful smile, "You are a true artis! Shall we now let others enjoy a moment of privacy?" Vicomte lets go of her and takes a step back looking over his own amateur painting. He chuckles, "I need at least few glasses of that tasty apple brandy!"

The play of eyes that widen just a little, when the hand of her intended elects to cup her cheek, can be quite telling. It is as if the air around her smells all the more of apples, and a rosy hue colors her cheeks, evoked by nature alone and not the consequence of a paintbrush's caress. His observation earns him a light amused giggle. "You say it as if it were such a disadvantage…" And with that said, she lifts to her toes, making sure to keep their bodies from touching with all that fresh paint, while she brings her lips into dangerous proximity to his. A light brush of them when they make contact, should he allow, in an unhurried but comparatively chaste kiss, considering other pairings that are exploring their art and creativity at the same time, behind other dividers. "I doubt, they’ll have apple brandy here," Evelyne then states with a chuckle. For that, you’d have to return to your chambers, or visit mine… No, let’s enjoy a few more glasses of the white wine they have here… And then, we could have a taste of apply brandy together, to finish the day."

Sebastien’s lips are tightly pressed together when Evelyne places a chaste kiss to his lips. He does not answer to her passionate gesture at all. Instead, he reaches for her hand, if she allows. He wraps his fingers around and squeezes it gently, tugging the young lady to leave the canvas. "Indeed. Let’s enjoy some wine and then I will take you home. Maybe I will wait for that apple brandy after we are married," he winks and tucks her again to follow to where novices offer some wine.

"Umm, if that is your wish, my lord?" Evelyne deepens her smile, taking the rejection in good sport. "It would be more proper to wait, anyway." Did apple brandy become a metaphor of something else, just now? She winks back in turn and then follows along, stepping out of their hiding place, into the view of lords and ladies attending the Dance of Colors.


It seems the first pair has finished their artistic endeavours of tonight. With a faintly triumphant grin, Evelyne de Somerville emerges from the hidden sanctuary of creative freedom, and yes, apparently her skin has become the ecstatically painted canvas of a rainbow. Underskirts still offer some sort of modesty, but the torso is bare and on display, even if the paint gives the impression of it being not quite so bare. Beside her, Sebastien Basilisque, his torso painted with a black snake with blue eyes, surrounded by fires, and these fires, again, kept at bay by blue and green impressions of water. The pair presents themselves proudly to those present, before they withdraw to a pair of seats, to enjoy some more wine and conversation - and perhaps, to see what others have been working on.

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