...Time is a strom in which we are all lost...
She looked up at the wall before her, having finished sketching the piece. The space around her was messy, (organised) chaos most would have described it as. Sheets covered the floor to protect it only to be covered by sketches and paper filled books, bits of pens/pencils and paints, several different types of paints. One of the table closer to the wall had almost been covered in art equipment, the table sat next to the small ladders, the two larger on begin propped on the wall next to the giant sketched out piece.
Some of the equipment have been given to her by the king, others ordered in. Making it easier to bring out some of her own equipment it wasn't like there were keeping track of the amount of artist gear. She knew they had someone keep an eye on her, but they weren't paying that much attention to the artist par the coming and going that much, she was sure.
She surveyed her work before nodding, it was time to paint the bottom basic coat. The bluette hummed before pulling for all her hair into a messy bun, letting both eyes stare at the painting before stripping from her jumper – the material feeling stuffy in her new trapped environment. Without thinking, replacing it with the top hisoka had given her...
She stared down at the material mind whirling at the thought of hisoka. No, she forcefully returned the attention to the challenge before her.
-x is this even a skip in time? x-
Time was an interesting thing, she contemplated as she waited for the paint to dry. Even as time drifted by like sand between her fingers, she didn't rest, she moved onto something different – a different piece, little sketches of different and similar things, of purple fire, deadly angels, of blue-eyed demons and adventurers. The images came to her as time drifted by, it was neither slow nor fast, just drifted away with each tick of the clock as the room became her own little nest.
She was completely wrapped in her thoughts in the art both big and small she didn't notice how much time was actually drifting away from her.
By the door stood Menthuthuyoupi and another ant. The ant had been ordered to follow and keep an eye on the female not that the ant did a good job, it hadn't seen the point of watching a pitiful weak human properly. Youpi had been asked by the king to check up on the artist, to see her progress over the past week.
"she been in here for the past week?" he asked.
"yes sir, only leaving for the toilet" the ant nodded.
The maroon skinned male hummed in thought. He wasn't well verse in humans' functions, but he was sure that they needed to eat and sleep as much as they did. He frowned before turning away – he didn't have to deal with the troublesome humans. But something made him stop; he turned back towards the female looking towards the growing painting on the wall. He hadn't seen much artwork in his lifetime, but the piece even incompletely was stirring something deep within him.
"bring her some food, just leave in directly in her way." he stated before turning around completely, "it be a shame if she dies before finishing..."
It continued for a while, sinea painting the giant piece – each stoke making the piece become more alive as time passing. The stokes having a purpose, its magic intertwining with previous brushes of paint. Youpi often came in the room watching the masterpiece grow in detail as well as to make sure she had been eating the food that had been laid out right in front of her.
Pitou check on her health every now and then watching the progress of the artist as well as checking that the women ate. Sinea without realising it had earned a small spot in the hearts of two of the royal guard. Something about her seeming small yet talented making them want to protect her a little bit – as well as the artist not even treating them any different.
Pouf also poked his head into the room to see the women's progress – he was in two minds about the female. He enjoyed art and had respect to the artists, but he disliked humans, he would kill her without batting an eyelid. It was on one of these occasions the ant had noticed a change in her nen.
The butterfly chimera ant had investigated, watching as the women rapidly sketch a blacked out drawing on the floor seemly in a trance – he wanted to move closer, to snap the artist out of the trance and tell her to get back to work but his instincts told him otherwise. To wait till the couching female to naturally come out of her trance and if he touches her, he will come out worse.
With a cocked head he watched the charcoal drawing come to life – his eyes widen in horror at the sight. He waited, waited for the women to snap out of her trance like state to confront the artist of the creation before him. Only to be slumped by the female falling to one side dead in sleep. The lack of sleep finally catching up with her.
He snatched the paper off the floor – planning to show it to his king, hopefully giving the order to kill this human and use her for food especially if she had some form of nen.
He however was delayed in showing his king the offensive art piece – having to watch a gungi game. King against a human... Internally scoffing at the notion he kept his face neutral, as the king talk about placing a bet over winner of the match.
It seemed simple enough.
Pouf eyes widen in shock and horror as the king ripped off his own arm.
His hand placed itself on the folded piece of paper – with an image showing this scene...
It wasn't until after the gungi playing women had left, and the king's arm had been fixed, was pouf able to show the king the drawing and explain where he got the piece and its significant. "it appears the artist has some hidden talents. I had though originally the nen she produce was due to the natural ability..." the king muttered in though, staring blankly at the charcoal drawing.
"what shall we do with her? " pitou asked, the ant's tail twitched behind them.
"After she completes the piece, we will try the rebirthing progress, it be a shame if the she becomes an experimental soldier but loses the skills, hopefully be then the progress would be perfected."
"of course, my king" the royal guards bowed, two internally please with the outcome.
"Also, keep an eye on her – anymore of these predictions I want to know"
When sinea awoke, she couldn't remember what had occurred beforehand but was equally as confused by black charcoal that covered her fingertips. She shrugged it off completely none the wiser of the royal's guards poking their heads into the room more as time drifted by.
Nor did she realise that the king himself would visit her after a game of gungi – the artist was completely out of it unaware of anything apart from the developing painting.
It wasn't until she met a stranger while travelling the corridors did, she realised wasn't alone in the building...
She stared at the women before her. Pale pink dress, white hair in twin tails, thick dark eyebrows to contrast that. But it was the eye the women's eyes were close that confused the artist but intrigued the artist to no end.
"may I ask why your eyes are close?" she couldn't help herself from asking.
"I am blind, and it easier this way. Who are you.. Erm miss?" the blind women stated.
"I'm sinea, pleasure to meet you?"
"I'm komugi"
"komugi, may I see your eyes? There are like a gateway to the soul, and I'm curious to what your look like?"
"well... Erm... I only really open them during gungi, it strange doing it other times you know?" the female said sheepishly.
She cocked her head, "gungi?"
"its a game, I am champion of it, Im playing with the king. That's way im here what about you?"
"I'm an artist, I'm creating a masterpiece" sinea nodded. "would you like to see?"
Komugi furrowed her brows in confusion, "how? I'm blind"
"There's more than one way to view a piece of art" sinea stated before linking arms pulling the blind women along.
Sinea dropped the women's arm before picking up one of her smaller attempts of the masterpiece, passing it directly into the gungi players hands. "dont look with your eyes, feel the piece with your hands - let that create an picter in your mind. Each stoke like a piece on a board moving into its rightful place"
"ah.." Tears began to fill the egdes of her eyes, "im beganing to see it..."
x- what even is time? -x
She blinked weavery, a wave of triedness as she dropped the paintbush to the ground. It was complete.
One of her best pieces completely, a masterpiece.
Just in time for the rain of dragons todecsnedon the palace.
To be continued...
hi all...
i am sorry for the late update - i had hoped with the lockdown i would be able to do more writhing finish some stories and began some up ones but alas fate had other plans...
honsetly i am not doing well mentally. its been a while since i have been this bad. i have struggled to pick up pen to write or mindlessly doddle, its taken over a month to write this shitty chapter.
i'm trying.
i will get there, its not a fight im going to lose.
it be a may take a while to upate but i will not let my stories end without finishing them.
wish me luck and stay safe
love sinea xx