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Painted Dreams
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She was late. It wasn't the most unusual thing in the world, though today it did have less to do with the usual reasons. Aylin's meeting with HR to discuss her return to work was scheduled for mid morning. Anticipating a sense of loss had preceded Thalia's whim to contact Nox; she'd grown used to her sister's company. What she hadn't anticipated was the streak of anxiety to well up and fountain from her eternally stoic sibling moments before her feet were due to pass the threshold.

Still.

She was here now. Old Arbat was familiar territory, yet not somewhere Thalia had ventured for a while. Months had passed since she'd used her studio, and her home was on the fringes of Moscow. Her work made the city's heart a necessity, but her own heart beat easiest by the waterside. At this time of year, especially, Filevsky park was beautiful.

She spied Nox outside, ensconced in the plush and eccentric seating that spilled out almost into the street entertainment, with just about the most cutest pup Thalia had ever laid her eyes on. Her smile beamed bright and careless as she approached, wild hair spiralling frizzy waves under a loose knit cap. A pile of sketchbooks cradled in her arms, and her cheeks were flushed, from the warm weather or the burden (or the rush).

“Hi Nox. Hi pup. He is cute!” For a moment his grey-tinged fur reminded her of the wolves in her drawings, gold eyes as knowing and human as Calvin's. She awkwardly set the books down. “And you are too, of course,” she added, grinning.

“I'm glad you get to be a real boy today. I was half expecting you to tell me you were knee deep in demon entrails and maybe we could do this another time. A sound excuse, though for future reference I don't want to hear about entrails, demon or otherwise.”
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Painted Dreams - by Nox - 02-19-2019, 05:30 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Thalia - 02-19-2019, 10:34 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Nox - 02-20-2019, 12:26 AM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Thalia - 02-20-2019, 02:52 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Nox - 02-20-2019, 04:21 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Thalia - 02-21-2019, 01:18 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Nox - 02-21-2019, 02:45 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Thalia - 02-21-2019, 04:43 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Nox - 02-21-2019, 05:22 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Thalia - 02-21-2019, 06:46 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Nox - 02-21-2019, 08:05 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Thalia - 02-21-2019, 09:51 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Nox - 02-22-2019, 11:53 AM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Thalia - 02-22-2019, 03:56 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Nox - 02-22-2019, 05:28 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Thalia - 02-28-2019, 09:25 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Nox - 03-01-2019, 03:20 PM
RE: Painted Dreams - by Thalia - 03-04-2019, 09:43 PM

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