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 Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 7:05 pm
 A noble highblood arrives to have her portrait painted.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 10:40 pm
Why had he agreed to do this? Amonee rubbed at part of the floor with a rag to finish up the cleaning. He'd been up all day cleaning this place, certain that she'd shriek at any spot of dirt just to make him feel small. After a tense encounter in the gallery, he'd arranged to meet with the bold and demanding Gourdi Jackyl once more in order to paint her portrait. Somehow he had a feeling this was going to turn out just as hot and cold as the last one. Hot fury and cold disgust piercing through him as she glared. A never ending stream of condescension and verbal violence. The jadeblood swallowed nervously and straightened up. He had to think positive and make it through this. If he could successfully start doing commissions, he'd make enough beetles to get nicer stuff. And maybe he'd make it into a gallery someday!
He also needed the beetles to support Nucleo. It wasn't easy for the greenblood to run that shop alone. If Amonee could help out somehow... physical labor or beetles, he would.
"Unicroak... I'm scared." Their last meeting had ended very badly after he'd poked a little fun at the highblood. Amonee nervously wrung the cloth in his hands before ditching it in the laundry room. All he could do now was power through this. He had his canvas set up, his beautiful paints, all the brushes he could ever need and most importantly he'd gone out to buy the most comfortable chair he could find for her to sit on. Two vases of dark purple roses were placed on either side of the seat and he reached to tweak their placement. Perfect.
"What's the worst she can do? It's my hive." He laughed to himself before realizing- well she could always trash the place. Or refuse to leave.
Ugh, he was such an idiot sometimes. No wonder she had insisted on doing this at his place. It was so she could control the pace! Wait, were those footsteps? Was she here already?! Oh no!GhouIs Heya, sorry for taking so long setting up! Here is a link to the description of Amonee's hive in his journal in case you wanted to see the picture references. Other than that, looking forward to seeing how this one goes!
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 9:12 am
Gourdi arrived at the young greenblood's hive at exactly the time they had planned. She waved a tiny, black-laced fan in front of her face and had a hat to match it situated carefully atop her mound of raven black hair. She had spent an exceptionally long period of time on making her face paint especially perfect. She felt highblood and proud. She felt juggalo and happily mirthful. She was excited, to have her portrait painted for her on a night that she felt to be particularly... magical. As though all of the Evil Spirits had been dispersed and there was only her, Amonee, and his hideous hive.
The purpleblood sneered at the homebody troll when he finally opened the door. As she walked through the threshhold into his hive, she was quickly reminded that she absolutely abhorred his taste. His hive felt actually... hospitable, and even- ugh- homey. Gourdi did her best not to roll her eyes, then did so anyway. She fluttered her fan in front of her face furiously then, without warning, snapped it closed and slammed it onto one of Amonee's hideous wood end tables. She looked at Amonee expectantly, her foot suddenly tap-tap-tapping in impatience. "Wwweeeeell, little slimeblood? Are you going to OFFER me anything, after having made such a disastrously long journey to arrive here at the exact time I specified that I would ******** ARRIVE HERE, TO ******** PAY AN ESPECIALLY EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF BEETLES TO YOU, SO YOU CAN PAINT MY- ahhem- clowny countenance." Gourdi did her best to reign in her natural-given temper, curling her fingers into a fist against her chest that seemed to flutter in and out harshly as she ground her teeth together in an attempt to stop her jaw from opening and spewing out more of her mirthful messages. She gave a soft sniff and tipped her chin up as she surveyed the young troll's living room. Then, she snapped her gaze back to the greenblood.
"Do you have any Faygo, ********? Cold or warm."
Somewhere outside, HoofDaddy whinnied loudly and happily as he continued his "survey" of the land.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 12:52 am
She knew how to make an entrance. Amonee had tried to prepare himself for Gourdi's arrival but his courage dipped under the couch and left him stranded as she tapped her foot while glaring at him. She didn't seem to come with volume control and he tensed as her voice ebbed and flowed between loud and louder.
"Y-yes, Gourdi, here, let me get some for you!" A quick trip to the kitchen and he was back with her requested drink. She probably didn't even want to drink it, it was about ordering him around and getting her way most likely. His lusus croaked in the background to behave and he knew she was right. Although he was nervous about the visit, it hadn't gone disastrous yet. And he needed to be able to build up a clientele list even if some of the clients were a bit much!
"Have you ever modeled before?" It was an innocent question that he had asked his subjects before but as soon as it came out of his mouth, he regretted it. She probably had done it before, she was certainly pretty enough even if her attitude was terrible. And even if she hadn't, he didn't want her to think he was assuming she was too ugly to be asked to pose! Ugh, he was such an idiot!
"I mean of course you have, how silly of me." Amonee laughed nervously and anxiously rearranged the flowers one more time to avoid meeting her gaze. Gourdi's eyes were piercing and scary to look at for long periods of time.
"Please, make yourself comfortable. I hope your night has gone well so far. How have you been since we last-" Fought and parted awkwardly was too uncomfortable to say even if it were true, "... met at the gallery? Do you visit many of those?" If he could just get her talking about herself, the painting would likely go well. She seemed like the kind of highblood that liked to brag about herself and he was fine with that if it kept her from insulting him or his hive further!GhouIs I am SO sorry that this took so long, I really feel terrible. > A< I hope I gave you enough to work with and will try to be prompter from here out! School was really kicking my a** but I'm trying to get back on track. Once again, so sorry!
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