.oo2 «[Dream] Watercolor
A table
An easel
Watercolor paper.
A feminine hand and a horsehair brush, streaking colors and blending shapes.
Eventually the brush is discarded in favor of fingers and the shapes seem to move about as they're created.
The paint seeps up her arms until they were lost completely in the colors that now filled all that was.
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Jinana blinks awake at some distant sound, instincts still warning her in case of danger despite not being in the Junkyard anymore. She did not sleep much, nor did she sleep well, but even the shortest naps can breed the strangest dreams. Alone was lonely.
((ooc: original animation before I had my evil way with it is from here, and the song (while appropriate is not actually part of the dream) is Stigmata Martyr by Abney Park))
An easel
Watercolor paper.
A feminine hand and a horsehair brush, streaking colors and blending shapes.
Eventually the brush is discarded in favor of fingers and the shapes seem to move about as they're created.
The paint seeps up her arms until they were lost completely in the colors that now filled all that was.
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Jinana blinks awake at some distant sound, instincts still warning her in case of danger despite not being in the Junkyard anymore. She did not sleep much, nor did she sleep well, but even the shortest naps can breed the strangest dreams. Alone was lonely.
((ooc: original animation before I had my evil way with it is from here, and the song (while appropriate is not actually part of the dream) is Stigmata Martyr by Abney Park))