Post by Alvis on Dec 17, 2021 21:21:19 GMT
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Silence followed.
Neither party seemed willing to continue that line of conversation for the time being, and that was likely for the better. Alvis focused on his painting, occasionally giving his subject an apologetic smile. It must have been strange from her perspective, listening to Gawain talk to himself like that. His telepathy had been focused so that it only reached the mind of his host, and his thoughts would otherwise be unreadable, so the conversation simply had to appear one-sided, no matter the circumstances. Still, he made no attempt to reach out. Any time he needed her to move into a better angle, he asked her to do so by gesture alone. Sure, it would have been much easier to simply implant the desire to turn, but he didn't want to do anything like that. He had no idea how comfortable she was with... well, any of this. Ah, perhaps he should have asked.
He decided not to, in the end. The blocking of the painting had been completed, and all he had to work on were the details. Alvis picked up a thinner paintbrush and stepped back for a moment, pausing to survey his canvas and his client before continuing. In that pause, he gave a brief glance back to Gawain.
Alvis resumed work on his.
Neither party seemed willing to continue that line of conversation for the time being, and that was likely for the better. Alvis focused on his painting, occasionally giving his subject an apologetic smile. It must have been strange from her perspective, listening to Gawain talk to himself like that. His telepathy had been focused so that it only reached the mind of his host, and his thoughts would otherwise be unreadable, so the conversation simply had to appear one-sided, no matter the circumstances. Still, he made no attempt to reach out. Any time he needed her to move into a better angle, he asked her to do so by gesture alone. Sure, it would have been much easier to simply implant the desire to turn, but he didn't want to do anything like that. He had no idea how comfortable she was with... well, any of this. Ah, perhaps he should have asked.
He decided not to, in the end. The blocking of the painting had been completed, and all he had to work on were the details. Alvis picked up a thinner paintbrush and stepped back for a moment, pausing to survey his canvas and his client before continuing. In that pause, he gave a brief glance back to Gawain.
[attr="style","opacity:50%;display:inline"]"Your children,"
He said, [attr="style","opacity:50%;display:inline"]"What do they think of your work?"
Alvis resumed work on his.
[attr="style","opacity:50%;display:inline"]"If you'd consider all this to be work, that is."