Myshuno! 2012 - piece 8
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dicreasy2Title: Images.
Prompt: The oddest place Christopher has ever painted. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tatdatcm)
Rating: U.
Spoiler rating: 5/10.
Summary: A musing by Christopher.
Notes: I'm putting this as a 5 because it refers to how Donna came to be in my game, but that's no surprise to anyone who has read some of Pen's drabbles, or one of my drabbles from a couple of years ago.
Word Count: 354.
Whenever anyone asked Christopher what the oddest place he had ever painted was, he always pretended to take it at face value, and to talk about a location he had physically been while painting. His favourite story to weave, was one of sitting on the roof of a train as it stood broken down somewhere in the middle of the Indian subcontinent. The way he told it, he had sat on the hot metal, a canvas propped in front of him, while he’d worked quickly to capture the beauty and intensity of the tan landscape around him. It was, of course true, and he still had the sketches and quick colour studies to prove it, but it was not the strangest location he had ever put down on canvas. That honour belonged to a rendering of a place he had never seen.
His wife had told him about how she had come to live in Regalton (or Dicreasy/N004/002-Regalton as she called it), and although most of it made little sense to him, he had been intrigued descriptions of the blue box she had travelled in and how the images she had described, no matter how vague they were, had seared themselves on to his brain. He had been compelled to take up his sketch pad in order to try to get them out. There were now more than a dozen paintings and drawings of the interior of that blue box. The instruments he had drawn made no sense to him, but they had caused Donna to gasp in surprise and ask him, with tears in her eyes, how he had known what the centre console had looked like, without seeing it himself.
He had just shrugged and said that her descriptions had been so vivid, he felt as if he had seen it. Donna had believed him, and had asked if one of the pictures, could be hung on the wall to their bedchamber. He had agreed and now every night before they went to sleep they would look at the oddest place, Christopher had ever painted, a place Donna had once called home.
Prompt: The oddest place Christopher has ever painted. (
tatdatcm)Rating: U.
Spoiler rating: 5/10.
Summary: A musing by Christopher.
Notes: I'm putting this as a 5 because it refers to how Donna came to be in my game, but that's no surprise to anyone who has read some of Pen's drabbles, or one of my drabbles from a couple of years ago.
Word Count: 354.
Whenever anyone asked Christopher what the oddest place he had ever painted was, he always pretended to take it at face value, and to talk about a location he had physically been while painting. His favourite story to weave, was one of sitting on the roof of a train as it stood broken down somewhere in the middle of the Indian subcontinent. The way he told it, he had sat on the hot metal, a canvas propped in front of him, while he’d worked quickly to capture the beauty and intensity of the tan landscape around him. It was, of course true, and he still had the sketches and quick colour studies to prove it, but it was not the strangest location he had ever put down on canvas. That honour belonged to a rendering of a place he had never seen.
His wife had told him about how she had come to live in Regalton (or Dicreasy/N004/002-Regalton as she called it), and although most of it made little sense to him, he had been intrigued descriptions of the blue box she had travelled in and how the images she had described, no matter how vague they were, had seared themselves on to his brain. He had been compelled to take up his sketch pad in order to try to get them out. There were now more than a dozen paintings and drawings of the interior of that blue box. The instruments he had drawn made no sense to him, but they had caused Donna to gasp in surprise and ask him, with tears in her eyes, how he had known what the centre console had looked like, without seeing it himself.
He had just shrugged and said that her descriptions had been so vivid, he felt as if he had seen it. Donna had believed him, and had asked if one of the pictures, could be hung on the wall to their bedchamber. He had agreed and now every night before they went to sleep they would look at the oddest place, Christopher had ever painted, a place Donna had once called home.
