Brief WIP snippets
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ladyassassin27: Post a little bit of each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
Trinity Blood pieces all.
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And even in his own head it sounds like the nonsense talk of lovers, of loves lost in the inexplicable weave of destiny. He is in love with her of course, in love with this eternal ideal, this glorious goddess, this sterile child-mother. It is a love that should never be realised: a love that now tempers itself with hate.
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He sits in the rumpled bed and smokes somebody else’s cigarettes instead, slumped against the sweat-soaked sheets. In the other room he can hear the shower running steadily.
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He burned his uniform when the Orden was lost. He couldn’t afford to cling to sentimental reminders of a revolution gone wrong: he’d had to look out for himself. So it had all gone: leather and fabric and gold and steel. He’d incinerated it all, even the scrap of torn blue fabric that he’d stupidly kept as a reminder of Carthago.
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Not that it’s necessarily that easy to tell that His Majesty is pleased by the situation. Solomon Gilbert Shahryār Radu Mountbatten-Windsor, who goes by ‘Radu’ for the most part since it’s his shortest name, isn’t very expressive when it comes to this sort of thing. It’s enough to make Ion wonder if part of the problem is quite how enthusiastic he and Esther had been about naming their son and instilling in him all the virtues they associated with his various namesakes. As it is the young King Solomon seems to have emerged from that education with a penchant for ostentatious jewellery, fencing, a genuine fondness for his servants and a rather obnoxious smoking habit. There isn’t a single newspaper photograph that doesn’t either feature him with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth or at least dangling from a hand. Ion can’t help but wonder if he stressed the fact that smoking didn’t make Radu a bad person, despite its heath implications, just a little too much.
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Esther doesn’t smoke but she does drink good Hungarian kirch. She drinks it straight up for a little warmth in the evenings even though she’s no longer in István and Rome is still reasonably warm in the winter. She’s learnt not to share it with William unless he has something to dilute it with because while he’s apt to try knocking the small glass back like she does, after the third round he’s always a little prone to throwing it all back up: which is a needless waste of good kirch.
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Süleyman gestures to the servant to go fetch the aforementioned tea around which their appointment will be centred and moves decidedly away from the couch to a chair that places him just beyond the reach of anyone sat on the couch. Baybars takes his cue from the evidently unconscious almost frantic flapping of Süleyman’s hands and seats himself in the middle of the couch as directed.
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The last of their pieces of furniture, discounting the coffee table that they stole from a university department one eventful evening or the bookshelf that was being thrown out by a bookshop on the Charing Cross Road, is the bed. A double rather than two singles or, as Isaak briefly suggested, a bunk bed. The second-hand double bed was just that little bit cheaper than the other options so William had, in the interests of utility, plumped for that.
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“He tried to kill himself again.”
The figure in the bed groans and rolls over under the covers.
Seth puts her hands on her hips and repeats herself a little louder.
A hand snakes out from under the covers and grabs a pillow, clamping it down over the region where the figure’s head must lie.
“I said-“
“Be quiet.” Comes the barely audible hiss.
“Are you drunk?” She demands severely, raising her voice even more.
“I was drunk: now I’m hung over.”
She snorts. “I’ll be waiting for you in the breakfast room.
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The Rosencreutz Orden must look like an effective fighting force, they must appear cohesive, sinister and above all more stylish than William’s AX Agency. William modified standard issue cassocks: Isaak dug up World War II uniform designs. William gave his agents codenames: Isaak gave his esoteric ranks. William cut his hair in classic officer style: Isaak had his professional straightened. The list goes on. Sometimes it’s all Isaak can do to keep up with William’s latest innovation and at least William has the rest of his Agency’s cooperation. Cain distains clothing, Helga dressed like a burlesque act and Dietrich has to be physically held under the shower like an irate cat. Sometimes Isaak wonders why he even bothers.
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Also: a glimpse of my current Photoshop working area because I’m trying to work out skin tone shading for William. He could presumably be as pale as Dietrich but my sense of aesthetics wants to make him darker. On the other hand I don’t want to use the same choice as I use for Radu and I’m not entirely sure if William should be darker or paler than Radu anyway. If I was colouring an Isaak icon this would have been so much easier since I could just make him anaemically pale instead. And, yes that Radu image still has defined eyes without the background layer. That’s because I put eye makeup on all the Radu images for the most part.
ladyassassin27: Post a little bit of each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.Trinity Blood pieces all.
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And even in his own head it sounds like the nonsense talk of lovers, of loves lost in the inexplicable weave of destiny. He is in love with her of course, in love with this eternal ideal, this glorious goddess, this sterile child-mother. It is a love that should never be realised: a love that now tempers itself with hate.
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He sits in the rumpled bed and smokes somebody else’s cigarettes instead, slumped against the sweat-soaked sheets. In the other room he can hear the shower running steadily.
++++
He burned his uniform when the Orden was lost. He couldn’t afford to cling to sentimental reminders of a revolution gone wrong: he’d had to look out for himself. So it had all gone: leather and fabric and gold and steel. He’d incinerated it all, even the scrap of torn blue fabric that he’d stupidly kept as a reminder of Carthago.
++++
Not that it’s necessarily that easy to tell that His Majesty is pleased by the situation. Solomon Gilbert Shahryār Radu Mountbatten-Windsor, who goes by ‘Radu’ for the most part since it’s his shortest name, isn’t very expressive when it comes to this sort of thing. It’s enough to make Ion wonder if part of the problem is quite how enthusiastic he and Esther had been about naming their son and instilling in him all the virtues they associated with his various namesakes. As it is the young King Solomon seems to have emerged from that education with a penchant for ostentatious jewellery, fencing, a genuine fondness for his servants and a rather obnoxious smoking habit. There isn’t a single newspaper photograph that doesn’t either feature him with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth or at least dangling from a hand. Ion can’t help but wonder if he stressed the fact that smoking didn’t make Radu a bad person, despite its heath implications, just a little too much.
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Esther doesn’t smoke but she does drink good Hungarian kirch. She drinks it straight up for a little warmth in the evenings even though she’s no longer in István and Rome is still reasonably warm in the winter. She’s learnt not to share it with William unless he has something to dilute it with because while he’s apt to try knocking the small glass back like she does, after the third round he’s always a little prone to throwing it all back up: which is a needless waste of good kirch.
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Süleyman gestures to the servant to go fetch the aforementioned tea around which their appointment will be centred and moves decidedly away from the couch to a chair that places him just beyond the reach of anyone sat on the couch. Baybars takes his cue from the evidently unconscious almost frantic flapping of Süleyman’s hands and seats himself in the middle of the couch as directed.
++++
The last of their pieces of furniture, discounting the coffee table that they stole from a university department one eventful evening or the bookshelf that was being thrown out by a bookshop on the Charing Cross Road, is the bed. A double rather than two singles or, as Isaak briefly suggested, a bunk bed. The second-hand double bed was just that little bit cheaper than the other options so William had, in the interests of utility, plumped for that.
++++
“He tried to kill himself again.”
The figure in the bed groans and rolls over under the covers.
Seth puts her hands on her hips and repeats herself a little louder.
A hand snakes out from under the covers and grabs a pillow, clamping it down over the region where the figure’s head must lie.
“I said-“
“Be quiet.” Comes the barely audible hiss.
“Are you drunk?” She demands severely, raising her voice even more.
“I was drunk: now I’m hung over.”
She snorts. “I’ll be waiting for you in the breakfast room.
++++
The Rosencreutz Orden must look like an effective fighting force, they must appear cohesive, sinister and above all more stylish than William’s AX Agency. William modified standard issue cassocks: Isaak dug up World War II uniform designs. William gave his agents codenames: Isaak gave his esoteric ranks. William cut his hair in classic officer style: Isaak had his professional straightened. The list goes on. Sometimes it’s all Isaak can do to keep up with William’s latest innovation and at least William has the rest of his Agency’s cooperation. Cain distains clothing, Helga dressed like a burlesque act and Dietrich has to be physically held under the shower like an irate cat. Sometimes Isaak wonders why he even bothers.
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Also: a glimpse of my current Photoshop working area because I’m trying to work out skin tone shading for William. He could presumably be as pale as Dietrich but my sense of aesthetics wants to make him darker. On the other hand I don’t want to use the same choice as I use for Radu and I’m not entirely sure if William should be darker or paler than Radu anyway. If I was colouring an Isaak icon this would have been so much easier since I could just make him anaemically pale instead. And, yes that Radu image still has defined eyes without the background layer. That’s because I put eye makeup on all the Radu images for the most part.
