☆ ART IS THE LOUDEST FORM OF SILENCE [seiren]

[Kurai Sincℓair]

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As much as he is involved with his family business, Kurai was always found at the art gallery. Kurai couldn't seem to wrap his head around the events that were currently happening, and even after Kei explaining the situation, he still couldn't understand. When it came to being involved within politics, he prefers to keep himself out of the loop. Situations will always be out of his control, nothing ever involved him in the first place, so there's no sense in fretting over something he has no say in.

The gallery was being prepared to open for the day, as staff were quietly walking through the museum changing some of the student's original paintings and photography for the weekend gallery showing. He stood there, overseeing the instructions that he put in place for the direction of where everything will be placed. As the youngest coordinator for the projects that the gallery and museum hold during important sections of the seasons, his life has solely been focused on making artwork worth living for, for the ones that are curious about what else art can offer to improve the quality of their existence.

As he finished the preparations for the opening, he unlocked the door to the front, noticing a small line of eager people ready to flock inside. Normally, there's regulars that stop by during every event, and the students that submit their artwork to the gallery to display for their classes.

A particular woman, small as a button, was trotting down the sidewalk and Kurai couldn't help but smile slightly at. Seiren was someone that he noticed would come in to almost all events that would be held, though to him, he saw her as someone just as dedicated to the arts like he was. He stood there, though, waving at some of the students he recognized that walked in while he waited for Seiren to appear.

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[Seiren Miyazaki]

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It was a rare occurrence that she would get a day to herself in her busy schedule and she fully intended to make the most of it. That her day off happened to coincide with the first gallery opening of the season may not have been entirely coincidental, though it would seem that her manager had yet to catch on to where it was she disappeared to when she requested her breaks.[break][break]

The transition of the seasons between autumn and winter was certainly a good excuse to raid her winter wardrobe for a sweater, skirt and heeled boots ensemble with a warm coat thrown over the top and a scarf to tie it all off. The trip from her home to the art gallery was a relatively uneventful one, her small size making it easier to detract attention from herself. Seiren had stopped by the coffee shop on her way over to pick up some coffees out of habit, knowing how tired the gallery staff would be when preparing for events like these. Even though they probably had their own coffee machines at the gallery, this coffee shop was the best. It was the least she could do.[break][break]

It would seem that she was right on time when the art gallery finally came into view across the street. Kurai was already at the door, welcoming patrons inside. Their eyes met and she couldn’t help the pleased little flutter she felt when he smiled in her direction. She waited for the line to thin out before crossing the street, holding up the tray of coffees in offering when she was finally in front of him. “Coffee, Kurai-sensei?” She had to crane her neck slightly to look all the way up at him, even with heels he still towered over her. She waited for him to make his selection before handing off the rest to another staff member to distribute. The gallery was already abuzz by the time she stepped in, a lively sort of energy that was infectious to an empath like her.[break][break]

Her lilac gaze was already drifting beyond his person to the displays behind him, immediately drawn to certain pieces she recognised as his work. Her eyes lit up with delight as she recognised one piece in particular. “So you did decide to display it after all. I’m glad.” The centrepiece at that. “I think I’ve found my favourite already.”

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[Kurai Sincℓair]

lonely hearts

Seiren's cute voice popped out, with coffee in her arms like usual. He took one, smiling back at her before entering inside the gallery, a familiar scent of artistry exploded within his mind as he done so. Her comments about his artwork suddenly caught him off guard, but he shouldn't be surprised at how observant she is, since they've spent quite a lot of time together by now. But her attentive personality and to details of work was always something he counted on and appreciated more than she knew. "My colleagues had decided it would make a great centerpiece for the show today. I'm glad you remembered it. Took me awhile to create something like that but it's mostly because I've been sleeping a bit too often lately." The events going on with his family was beginning to drain him, even though he wasn't planning on getting himself involved in such, unless anything were to happen to his brother and sister, that would be a different story.

"So..." His brain started turning with ideas as he sipped his coffee. "I need you to come to my studio for a bit. Follow me." His face lit up a bit as he walked up the stairs. "There's something I want to show you, and something I'd like for you to do for me, in case you're wondering." Normally Kurai is not very talkative, mostly using his words scarcely unless he's speaking about his own artwork. When he's with Seiren, his words seem to come out naturally and he's beginning to notice the change after a while of being around her.

Once they reached his small studio up top, the commotion in the center area died down as they walked a bit further from the crowd. The echoes of the glass and white glistening tiles that bounced off the walls were starting to fade, though it was still apparent to hear how pleased everyone was with today's showing. Entering the room, there was stuff everywhere. Paint brushes on the ground, color palettes were scattered around one specific area, where a painting of the city laid spread across from one end of the room to the other. An entire mural, or at least that's the look he was going for.

"This is my recent masterpiece I was working on for the past couple weeks now. I'm sorry I wasn't really around, this took up most of my time." He smiled a bit before looking back at his piece. "What do you think?" he mused, sipping his coffee.

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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext]“When do you even sleep enough?” She returned a little cheekily, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye before looking back at the painting. “You know sleep fuels creativity.” There had been plenty of times where Seiren had caught him taking a nap in odd crooks and crannies, and vice-versa, their very first meeting had been in such circumstances. Her gaze slid back to Kurai and she cocked her head curiously as he beckoned her to follow him. It was just as well, she was starting to receive some more looks of recognition from the gallery attendance. She didn’t want to detract from the exhibitions.[break][break]

At the top of the stairway she trailed him in, heels clinking against the wooden floor as she treaded carefully over the mess on the ground, making sure not to disturb anything. With the door shut behind them, she finally looked up and her jaw almost dropped as she took in the stunning mural laid out in front of her. She immediately bounded closer for a better look at the detail. “You have truly out-shone yourself this time.” Her fingers brushed against the timbered grooves of the frame with awe, easily tracking the familiar landmarks painted into the canvas. “The great willow tree.” She delighted, eyes crinkling into a smile when she finally turned back to him. “I think you can be forgiven for missing our rendezvous as of late.” She’s been guilty of it herself when she was caught up with filming. “The city is definitely at its most beautiful at dusk.” [break][break]

She couldn’t help that her eyes continued to wander back to the painting. Many considered Kurai Sinclair as a mystery, the enigma brother, a thought she would simply scoff at. All one had to do was look at his art and observe, a window to the soul he was trying to share with the world. Each meticulous brushstroke purposefully painting a picture for the viewer to decipher. She took a lap around the room, taking in the full grandeur of the painting. “You mentioned something you wanted me to do?” She asked inquisitively. From the state of the studio she couldn’t puzzle out what he would need of her besides possibly a tidy up. She knew better than to touch another artist’s things when they were in the middle of their muse though, so it probably wasn’t that.

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As he expected, Seiren's face lit up at the sight of his mural. To his delight, her response was exactly what she was looking for, and it made him happy that she enjoyed the sight of it. He sipped his coffee once more as she gazed up at it closely, pointing out that it was indeed the willow tree. He spends the majority of his time at that tree, specifically because it's peaceful and serine most of the time, specially during the night hours. It came to mind one day as he was snoozing at the base of it for a few hours, noticing the leaves that were changing around him and branches falling to the ground. Kurai hadn't made a painting of the willow before, and he figured that it was time to try his hand at making one.

In mid sip of his coffee, he gazed at the girl in front of him as she asked him the question that he mused at her previously before entering the room. "Ah, right." He set his cup on a free table beside him, and slowly made his way to her, a blank expression showing on his face. "So there's something that I'd like for you to do for me." His hand gently tapped against the side of her head, gently brushing his fingers through her hair. "You're the only person that I see fit that could possibly make this work for me." Sighing softly, he looked down at her with a small smile. "I'd like for you to model for me."

Kurai had always wanted someone to model for him as he painted or sculpted. Truth be told, he never found anyone worth asking during his times of searching, and even if he had, he couldn't ask them especially if he never conversed with them before. But with Seiren, it was different. In his mind, she couldn't be walking around without making sure that she knew she was worth being envisioned inside a painting. Of course, it took him a solid time before actually mustering up the courage to ask her, and even now it was a bit nerve-wracking for him to even mention it because he wasn't sure if she would say yes to it. "I just feel like I need to work on my realistic visions a bit more, and I think you'd be the perfect model for me to practice with." His hand floated towards her shoulder, gripping it slightly, his gaze not faltering the slightest. "Would you like to?"

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