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Gabriel Lukas Korbinian
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I tried to find the answers
in my fears
in my fears
But what was found
was lost again
was lost again
Gabriel continued to paint the primer over the canvas fabric. Slowly, but surely, all the tan pieces of fabric were being covered by the white of the primer. In the process, the fabric appeared to be more tight and firm, keeping the fabric from dipping down towards the floor. However, as he started to work on the last touches, Gabriel knew that he would have to let the primer dry. Otherwise, the acrylic paints would mix with the primer. While that might have been interesting if he was going for abstract, Gabriel was a bit more traditional in his art style. He worked with simply capturing the reality around him within a painting for all to see. The artist rarely, if ever, broke free from the confines of both art and reality to try and express the inexpressible. He usually left that for others to do.
But, what art form he took didn’t really matter at present. What mattered was making sure the canvas turned out correctly, and would be able to be used later. Though, in his concentration, Gabriel had become oblivious to the world around him. Thus, Gabriel had not noticed a male entering the art room. He hadn’t even heard the footsteps as Gabriel let his mind immerse itself in the image it wanted to recreate. His eyes glanced across the primed canvas, as if trying to draw out the picture with his eyes. When the artist had noticed a spot he had missed with the primer, Gabriel picked the paintbrush back up and started to work over that section. However, he barely kept himself from dropping the paintbrush onto the canvas at the sound of someone speaking.
His muscles became tense as he whirled his head to the side. Gabriel didn’t recognize the person at all, or if he should have recognized them, his memory was not working at its best at the moment. Though, the artist’s eyes blinked at the words that finally registered in his mind. Clouds and fluffy? Gabriel hadn’t heard that comparison before! For that reason, his eyes slowly drifted down towards the primed canvas back up towards the pink haired male. His eyebrows furrowed while his muscles slowly relaxed, as if actually pondering the validity of the comparison. “I suppose the color could remind one of clouds…well…not extremely fluffy clouds anyway…” Gabriel blinked more at the question of his like for fluffiness. He would have lightly tapped his chin, if he wasn’t using his hands to keep him from falling into the primed canvas.
Though, even without the obvious action of thinking, his furrowed eyebrows did their best to show he was thinking. “I…suppose? I…never thought if I liked fluffy or not…” He supposed he might since he did prefer cats with more fur than less fur, and soft pillows to hard pillows. But, Gabriel wasn’t sure that was exactly what the pink haired male meant by fluffy. However, before the artist could ask the male to clarify, his eyes met with the pink haired male’s. Normally, a gaze would have no power over him. A gaze was just a gaze after all. But, it was not every day that Gabriel encountered someone with that shade of eye color, and his artistic side couldn’t help but be fascinated! For the male’s eyes almost appeared neon in color, or maybe a bright mixture of yellow and green.
Either way, Gabriel found himself wanting to draw those eyes, if only to capture the oddity! Though, when Gabriel reminded himself he had never met this person before, he flushed faintly and looked down at the primed canvas. Luckily, it didn’t seem the male had noticed his staring as the male mentioned…squirrels? The artist tentatively looked back at the pink haired male, who he realized was still kind of close to him. He wasn’t sure if the person noticed the closeness, or if the male naturally liked to be that close to people. With his attention more on the squirrel subject though, Gabriel pushed down the thoughts of wanting to create space between them. “….I….do?” He blinked slightly before he tilted his head. “I don’t think I would be…then again…I never have stayed around squirrels for very long…so…I can’t be for sure on that…”
He allowed himself to lift one hand and tug at one of his brownish locks. Was it because of his hair being a similar color to a squirrel that gave the male that impression, or was it something Gabriel was missing? Gabriel’s lips twitched faintly downwards, stopping itself at fully forming a pout. After all, if he possibly did have an affinity with squirrels, he would like to know why! However, his mind was distracted by the male introducing himself as Justin. A plain name Gabriel supposed, even if he couldn’t say he heard it often. But, what was this about everything? He raised a slight eyebrow at that. Gabriel didn’t think he would be everything if he had no name. But, he wasn’t about to disrespect Justin’s beliefs. For there might be something true to those words, and Gabriel wasn’t able to see that truth just yet.
“Gabriel Korbinian…nice to meet you.” The last bit tumbled from his lips in an almost rushed manner. Lucky for him though, Gabriel had kept the words from mushing together. He looked back down at the slowly drying canvas to ease his nerves. However, Gabriel had a feeling he could remain somewhat tense while he was physically close to someone he just met. “Though um….was there something you needed? Or….did you simply wish to come in here?” He did leave the door open so others could come in and use the art room as they pleased. He had no reason to hog it after all! Though, the artist supposed he hadn’t actually expected anyone to show up. Now that someone had, Gabriel wasn’t sure what to do other than hope he didn’t make a complete fool of himself.
But, what art form he took didn’t really matter at present. What mattered was making sure the canvas turned out correctly, and would be able to be used later. Though, in his concentration, Gabriel had become oblivious to the world around him. Thus, Gabriel had not noticed a male entering the art room. He hadn’t even heard the footsteps as Gabriel let his mind immerse itself in the image it wanted to recreate. His eyes glanced across the primed canvas, as if trying to draw out the picture with his eyes. When the artist had noticed a spot he had missed with the primer, Gabriel picked the paintbrush back up and started to work over that section. However, he barely kept himself from dropping the paintbrush onto the canvas at the sound of someone speaking.
His muscles became tense as he whirled his head to the side. Gabriel didn’t recognize the person at all, or if he should have recognized them, his memory was not working at its best at the moment. Though, the artist’s eyes blinked at the words that finally registered in his mind. Clouds and fluffy? Gabriel hadn’t heard that comparison before! For that reason, his eyes slowly drifted down towards the primed canvas back up towards the pink haired male. His eyebrows furrowed while his muscles slowly relaxed, as if actually pondering the validity of the comparison. “I suppose the color could remind one of clouds…well…not extremely fluffy clouds anyway…” Gabriel blinked more at the question of his like for fluffiness. He would have lightly tapped his chin, if he wasn’t using his hands to keep him from falling into the primed canvas.
Though, even without the obvious action of thinking, his furrowed eyebrows did their best to show he was thinking. “I…suppose? I…never thought if I liked fluffy or not…” He supposed he might since he did prefer cats with more fur than less fur, and soft pillows to hard pillows. But, Gabriel wasn’t sure that was exactly what the pink haired male meant by fluffy. However, before the artist could ask the male to clarify, his eyes met with the pink haired male’s. Normally, a gaze would have no power over him. A gaze was just a gaze after all. But, it was not every day that Gabriel encountered someone with that shade of eye color, and his artistic side couldn’t help but be fascinated! For the male’s eyes almost appeared neon in color, or maybe a bright mixture of yellow and green.
Either way, Gabriel found himself wanting to draw those eyes, if only to capture the oddity! Though, when Gabriel reminded himself he had never met this person before, he flushed faintly and looked down at the primed canvas. Luckily, it didn’t seem the male had noticed his staring as the male mentioned…squirrels? The artist tentatively looked back at the pink haired male, who he realized was still kind of close to him. He wasn’t sure if the person noticed the closeness, or if the male naturally liked to be that close to people. With his attention more on the squirrel subject though, Gabriel pushed down the thoughts of wanting to create space between them. “….I….do?” He blinked slightly before he tilted his head. “I don’t think I would be…then again…I never have stayed around squirrels for very long…so…I can’t be for sure on that…”
He allowed himself to lift one hand and tug at one of his brownish locks. Was it because of his hair being a similar color to a squirrel that gave the male that impression, or was it something Gabriel was missing? Gabriel’s lips twitched faintly downwards, stopping itself at fully forming a pout. After all, if he possibly did have an affinity with squirrels, he would like to know why! However, his mind was distracted by the male introducing himself as Justin. A plain name Gabriel supposed, even if he couldn’t say he heard it often. But, what was this about everything? He raised a slight eyebrow at that. Gabriel didn’t think he would be everything if he had no name. But, he wasn’t about to disrespect Justin’s beliefs. For there might be something true to those words, and Gabriel wasn’t able to see that truth just yet.
“Gabriel Korbinian…nice to meet you.” The last bit tumbled from his lips in an almost rushed manner. Lucky for him though, Gabriel had kept the words from mushing together. He looked back down at the slowly drying canvas to ease his nerves. However, Gabriel had a feeling he could remain somewhat tense while he was physically close to someone he just met. “Though um….was there something you needed? Or….did you simply wish to come in here?” He did leave the door open so others could come in and use the art room as they pleased. He had no reason to hog it after all! Though, the artist supposed he hadn’t actually expected anyone to show up. Now that someone had, Gabriel wasn’t sure what to do other than hope he didn’t make a complete fool of himself.
I'm breaking
I can't do this on my own
I can't do this on my own
Can you hear me
screaming out
screaming out
Am I all alone?
Where can I be found: Teras Academy: Art Room
Who am I speaking with: Justin
Who do I love: No one
What items are on my person: Art supplies
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