04-22-2018, 10:46 PM
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[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; width: 305px; border-bottom: 1px solid black; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black; padding: 10px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin: auto; color: black; font-family: Georgia; text-size: 6pt"]When he thought of painting, he was reminded vividly of the stealth-walker tryouts. He could picture the paint buckets spread about, his competition scrambling to develop their masterpieces in the hour Indi deemed to allow them. He could still picture some of those works, the stupid paintings on tree trunks, the tarps, the rugs.
He could still remember the gentle, pin pricks of pain as he dragged a careful claw over his own body, etching the stories of a distant tribe he had visited and painting the scene with his own blood. He had explained the traditions of that Tribe to Indi when she asked, telling her that they preferred to capture history on their bodies. He'd told her the wounds wouldn't scar, surface level as they were. He remembered the look in her eyes as she stared at him, bloody and proud, remembered her claw on his shoulder as she marked him as her stealth-walker, borrowing the idea of scars for her new ranking system. He remembered the burn and the warmth of her breathe on his face as she scarred him, claimed him.
Bastille still bore Echo's scar in the form of three parallel lines on his shoulder, and as he headed towards the others, he had to shake himself. Had to remind himself that he wasn't Echo, that those memories weren't him. He'd noticed since Indi's appearance that he'd been slipping more and more easily into Echo's memories, into his thought patterns. It was... concerning.
"I'll watch," he supplied as he sat down, his shoulder tingling slightly. He eyed Rad and added with a smirk, "I'm sure seeing Rad fuck up a painting so badly will be entertainment enough."
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]