Title: Table
Rating: K
Genre: Angst / comfort
Fandom: Original
Words:
Based on 535: Weekly Challenge based on: http : / / arvenia.deviantart.com / a The fine bristle brush drums through your fingers quickly against the arm of the wooden chair where I watch shrunk between the shadowy scope of your workshop, full of your most important works. The place was a factory in the boom of the industrial revolution in the country, abandoned for years between the concrete cemetery has become the neighborhood. It seems ironic repeated green tone of your work, so alive and natural, like you're trying to revive what they have crushed.
dark Your eyes wander about your last painting again this methodical pounding outside or diminutas green spots that dot after each impact
cyan The intense shining with dementia, almost impossible to believe the brilliance they receive your pupils. Yearn to imitate the sky has rarely been seen in reality, between those clouds, full of pollution. Those that are usual for you, with which you are each time came round some of the ups and small rectangular windows. From there the first thing I saw were the tall chimneys, now dead had been busy dyeing their current skies gray.
CHT, Spreading the gray floor, was the exact mirror image of the painting, with the meadow facing the city.
's when you discover something you had not understood before, that figure with black hair yourself you were watching your dreams and nightmares. You lived in this nightmare. It was time to do something to live in a dream.
Throw the brush and you left the place, and know with whom you should go talk to them.
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