A fellow apprentice!
Skin looks soft, yet calloused on the tips, so firm yet delicate all the same. An artist, a guarded one. His brushes stroked gently and patiently against his similarly blue-splashed artwork. Very much in contrast to how his nose scrunches in frustration, sighs of dissatisfaction but also contentment accompanied how his hand sometimes clasps his hair for focus, ending up with quite an amusing hairdo.
Dear me, surely he's not pulling that hard. A bit of an odd genius himself, but I can try to ask for some blue paint.
Eyes dead straight on his canvas, too serious, but his lips unexpectedly betray him. Compared to how he seems to be strict with working, the curves of his lips as he paints something with white and silver pigment show he's doing something that he likes. What in Lumos could that be?
Lumiere was supposed to look for sources of blue dye, but was distracted by her curiosity in seeing what had him smiling. Her head tilted a bit more for a glance, until her eyes widened as a bundle of blue daisies directly under his easel caught her eye.
She stands and slowly approaches his area, quite hesitant to disturb someone in the middle of painting, so she takes her time walking like a slow breeze. However, her focus goes in disarray as her gaze goes up, flustered when she feels his gaze is now on her. Petrified and exposed by both the moonlight and his eyes.
I may have stared too much, I hope I didn't come off as rude.
Lumiere waved her paintbrush with a smile. "Uh, good evening!" uttered in her gentle tone.
Ziyan stared at her for a bit, his hands still aching to continue where he just left off, as if his attention wasn't something easily given, especially when painting. But when he looked closer at who it was, something in his nerves faltered.
Composure is formidable, but his grip on the paintbrush loosened, though he clutched it again quickly after.
"Hmm, good evening." It was the first time they interacted. His tone wasn't as hostile as the others make it seem, though it held nonchalance. So it's understandable how he can come off as intimidating, still. Lumiere couldn't help but observe.
It's definitely the eyes that make him seem unapproachable. The aura, art techniques?— Oh, whatever.
He seems like a decent lad, hope he doesn't bite.
"Sorry, I was wondering if I may take the bundle of blue daisies below your easel?" Lumiere points with a brush and taps her portable grinder. "I am in need of blue pigment for a painting, you see."
How could she stay out late at night in some secluded area, setting up even when there's someone here? With the moon above, she looks like a doe served on a silver platter.
This gal needs to be careful… not of me… but of others.
With an assessing look at her from head to toe, he simply nods. "Go ahead," he said, then moved his equipment for her to have space in her harvest of the flower that was ironically by his feet.
Ziyan continues to work on his painting of a dark yet illuminated scenery, but his gaze occasionally falls onto the girl beneath him. Lumiere carefully plucks the blue daisy from the soil, hoisting it up, including its roots. Making sure to level the ground after, patting it neatly. And by habit, she kindly helped him return his setup to its original spot prior to his consideration.
These are the perfect shade of blue! I love it!
The lass holding the flower stands up and turns to Ziyan with an unexpected sweet smile. Clutching the bundle of daisies to her chest out of gratitude, she beamed, saying
"Ziyan, right? Thanks for your help!"
Huh, this girl… I don't own that flower, and I didn't even do anything…
"Mmm, sure."
The lad just nods. There's a helpless naturality in how his eyes decided to follow Lumiere's figure as she returns to her setup to make more blue paint. Upon realizing his misplaced focus, he shrugged and pinched his nose, looking above to the skies.
Too bright… too precious… ugh…
Soon, the lad continues to finish his artwork instead.
Lumiere, who had already filtered her blue paint, looked at Ziyan from afar once again.
Not so unapproachable, perhaps.