Prompt: "Hokusai and Van Gough share a studio space for an afternoon in Chaldea. Muse on each other's art as it progresses and twists. Each other's 2nd personality comes out as it goes on. Undercurrent of tension." — Edge
Two twisted creatures sat in commune in the sunlight. One whose brush twirled elegant lines on her canvas, calligraphies coalescing into constructs. One whose brushed swung from side to side and softly soothed its painter with its paint.
Oei was not dumb to the fact that the Servant that called herself 'Van Gogh' was not, just like how she was not 'Hokusai'. Their Spirit Origins were not their own, these names were not their own, and yet over and over again did they smile and nod as they were addressed as such.
The edge of her mind was always frayed. It was a place she liked not to stray. But in the silence, in the nothingness of her art, it was easy to get lost.
"I hate this place," she did not say.
"As they hate you," the other Foreigner replied.
"How frightening," she did not smirk. "To be hated by fleas."
"You will not harm Master," said the other Foreigner.
"I? Why would I need to? Master puts herself in harm's way enough as is. I need not do anything."
"You will not."
Their gazes met, and time turned inside out.