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"I-I don't know where to start," She stammered sadly. There was a wonderful, fabulous woman in her head, who begged to be released from the depths of her mind, to be brought to life upon the crisp tan canvas. She weeped and screamed within the young artist's mind, threw tantrums and demanded freedom. Dethei was aware that she'd been prisoner to many artists before her, who'd failed to give her the life she deserved. She could feel it, she just knew this lady had been around for years, centuries even, waiting for the artist who could free her from this hell of what seemed to be eternal imprisonment. Dethei didn't blame her for believing she'd be a prisoner to an artist's mind forever, because no had managed to let her out over the long, painful eras.
"I will change that!" Dethei rubbed her brush in a cold, simple white and dabbed in a bit, just enough tan, creating the wonderful shade of her skin, pale and porcelain with the right amount of fair, healthy color. She took a deep breath and began rubbing the brush against the canvas, beginning with her anatomy, particularly her face, which she suceeded with, a perfect face, not too round, too oval or too broad...Perfect, finally. She was sure this time, she would be able to free the goddess inside her head! At that moment, a loud, disturbing knock came from the main door of her chambers.
"Agh, Lucy, just come in, you don't have to knock!" The door flew open and a girl decked out in red and black attire rushed in. Her hair was short and slightly shaggy of a boyish cut, the wonderful red shade of strawberries, her eyes were a wonderful caramel hazel fringed with thick dark maroon lashes, her overall appearance was much like that of a doll, an impassive doll carved out of wood and glass.
"Neh, have you freed that "girl" yet? Given her life, let her live on your canvas, hmm?" Lucy giggled, high pitched and innocent.
"Perhaps I could have finished freeing her if you'd stayed out for a while longer!" Dethei said angrily.
"A while longer!? You've been staring at a plain surface for over 6 hours instead of getting it over with. I was out for QUITE a while, hmm," Dethei just sighed once more.
"I think this time will be more sucessful than ever...Maybe, I might finally do it,"
"Ah, but...Your hard work will...be a waste one day, because you know art never stays and must flee one day, leave and--"
"Shut up. Art is forever. Its eternal, it will never die or leave." Lucy just laughed softly at her remark.
"Whatever you say, hmm," Lucy sat comfortably at Dethei's side and watched her. She seemed nervous now and her hand was shaking slightly as she reach for another brush. She swirled together some pastel green, sky blue and that cold, simple white and began to paint a flowing, translucent gown over the anatomy. The doll sitting next to her was silent, just quietly watching with no trace of emotion adorning her face.
"Why are you nervous?"
"You're watching me...!" She hissed and began to glide her brush and paint the goddess's smooth, straight golden locks, then dabbing the tip of her current brush in the tan and wiping it through the light yellow hair. She switched to a delicate, slender brush and tipped it in onyx. She began on the collarbone, then moved onto the details of the ears, then the details of the ankles.
"Bones..." Lucy said.
"Yes...The details of them," Dethei said and began to mix the appropriate colors to create silver and began on the silver jewelry her prisoner wore. "Lucy, did you pay the bills?"
"If you need to concentrate so much, tell me why you're talking to me! Yes, I paid the bills. Don't worry, your cable and all that jazz will still be on tomorrow and the day after that and then the day after that, hmm."
"Good..." The two were noiseless for a while.
"Hey. Why is cable and internet so important to you, hm?"
"Huh? Shut up. I'm working, here, Lucy,"
"Looks good,"
"Thanks."
"I'm going to get out of here...I've work to do at the art store." Lucy sighed and skipped away. Dethei barely glanced at her roomie as she left. She rose from her stool and went toward her CD rack. Her eyes skimmed over the names on the sides of the plastic cases. She paused and slid a title off the rack, a CD of elegant, classical music by an obscure, basically unknown lady called as Aisha Requiem. Dethei put it in her stereo and went back to her work. The artist wore a black, rather casual tux with shiny red boots and a snow white cape. Her style was the butt of many jokes around town, but at least she didn't receive as much criticism as Lucy, who was complimented and insulted for her Gothic Lolita way of dressing. Soothing, slightly sorrowful music drifted around the small cottage-like abode Dethei and Lucy inhabited.
"This is coming out wonderfully," Dethei murmured. Suddenly, she heard a crack. She adored that sound, the crack of a glass window, the wonderful sound, she enjoyed that noise so much, even now, when the crack was obviously the sound of intruders breaking through a window of the living room she was in now. She turned around and looked at the intruders, but she was too drunk with success to feel any fear. Her thick pure golden brown hair covered her eyes, stormy sapphires with thick black eyeliner around each one, surprisingly, even underneath all that hair she could see perfectly and of course, paint. Dethei looked as if she was in a trance. She felt a sharp, hard pain, a punch most likely. Darkness overcame her vision. She heard her self fall backwards out of the stool and felt someone kick her in the side, flipping her over on the floor. Her canvas thudded on her, leaving a sloppy print of the woman she'd been working so hard on on the back of her clean white cape. Her sense of hearing fled and all conciousness left disappeared in a blinking, fleeting blurry black moment. She was out cold now.
"Dethei, you know we artists are always the victims! Always spat upon, always insulted...Hey, how'd you let that happen anyway!? You stupid idiot, you just let some thugs ramsack the house I pay the rent for, all the bills, hell, I've bought most of the stuff in there!"
"Mmh...You're having a meltdown...Cool down," Dethei said groggily, gathering her thoughts, letting her senses come back.
"HEY! You're not the one who pays for everything, the one who takes care of everything! You know we live in the ghetto, and you let those gangster guys raid our house, I bet they took all my new jewelry to go and pawn so they can get drugs and all that pointless stuff!"
"Wait--! Ah! No! My painting!" Dethei shrieked and began to breathe heavily and bawl.
"Dei, you bring the phrase meltdown to another level..Chill...We'll get them back for what they've done!" Lucy said, bringing her tone and voice down to a soothing, comforting level.
"I don't care anymore..."
"Ahahahaha! The stereo is still on! You must have out it on repeat when you turned it on. Our life has its own depressing soundtrack!" Lucy laughed and waved her hand in a noble fashion. She walked over to the radio and picked up the CD case on top. "Aisha Requiem, huh? Never heard of her. Guess her musical career was a complete and utter flop. Wait, Dei, where are you going?"
She sighed and trudged inside of the little cafe, Quogh Cafe, a place where artists, bums, queers and the like found hospitality in the form of hot coffees, pastries, teas and cigarettes, all for the same price, everything a mere 2.55. It was a wonder the little shop could stay open, but the amount of artists and such who liked humble little stores like this in town was quite astonishing. Dethei had found models for paintings here before. She sighed. Depression, it was like a wild fungus inside her, growing and decaying all the time. The young brunette artist sighed. She looked up when she realized a waitress was standing over her.
"Huh..."
"May I help you? Anything you'd like?" Dethei was shocked. The smoothness of the waitress's skin and the straight, silky, flawless golden yellow hair that poured over her shoulders and ended below her neck...Those smoky gray, steely blue eyes...She was the goddess inside her head.
"Please, come with me!"
"W-What? I'm sorry, I don't model...And I have work! Its the night of the Red Moon, and its busier than usual as you can tell!" The girl laughed nervously.
"No, please, please, I'll pay you everything I have!" She pulled out her wallet, what one would call a "stripper wallet" because of the sheer amount of one dollar bills and began shoving the wads of currency at the young woman.
"Please. Please. I'm giving you my savings. You are her."
"Who? No, listen, I've got work!" Dethei looked defeated now. She gave up and trudged out of the cafe, deciding to pay the temple a visit. After all, it was the night of the Red Moon, and local lore said that you could see Dethei's zodiac, Seremeus the Goddess at the temple on every night of the Red Moon. This evening was sacred, but Dethei and Lucy hadnt seriously been paying attention to it. They honestly could care less about religion, beliefs and legend, but Dethei was beat and needed something to do, so what better than to bawl at a temple and investigate some rumors? The sky was ablaze with stars and the orangeish reddish moon luminated a path for the artist. Maybe she could even find those thugs and get some revenge...
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