Akira just gets a blank look, and then... well. Yusuke almost does the same thing Akira just did. The memory just... almost swoops in out of nowhere and hits him like a punch he never saw coming. Like he's stood watching snippets of a life both his and not his. He can see a sparse and simple room in an attic - dust filtering through air and sunlight, and faces both familiar and not familiar stood with him. He can smell coffee, but isn't sure why, and feel something lost and confused begin to settle within him as he makes a decision to at least try something he'd been so unwilling to even consider only a day before.
Gratitude, and loss and belonging all in one and he can't pick apart the pieces to completely make sense of them on their own.
And then Akira keeps talking and he can remember summer heat, and the high, airy ceilings of a church. Determination and discussions of desire, and anguish and how to spark both or either in a way that he could transfer onto paper. And as the wave of the memory eases, and fades, he finds himself clearing his throat. ]
A-Anguish. [ wow. ] I wanted inspiration to portray anguish.
[ Akira can't see Yusuke's expression that well in the darkness, but he's imagining fox friend is only contemplating. The man has always been meticulous, so it isn't uncommon to find him pensive as he articulates everything in his thoughts first.
He doesn't even consider that Yusuke may have remembered anything from their past. ]
Is that what the picture of Christ on the cross portrays? I didn't know you tried to do the same thing in Recolle—or something similar.
[they might be... I guess we will never know. But wow. This other him definitely spoke his mind, didn't he? Not that Yusuke considers himself to be one for biting his tongue and keeping out of things, but it's... interesting to see. Very interesting.]
Yes, I was definitely seeking inspiration. Perhaps that was what I was doing in that strange underground station as well? Trying new things to spark creativity...
[ Maybe he should learn to speak all his thoughts and feelings, and being his true self all the time... like Other Self. ]
Inspiration is difficult to pin down. Some days I am inspired by the flick of Morrigan's tail against the morning sunlight. Other days it is more traditional - sunlight on the water, the night sky.
Perhaps I was trying a little of everything.
[.............]
If you wish to have a picture of a beautiful cat, you need only commission me.
It's a fickle thing; it comes and goes as fast as the beat of a butterflies wings.
[ You see he can be poetic? Without sounding like an absolute shitlord. Akira doesn't know about that, but if that makes fox friend happier, then go ahead and be brutally honest.
It only hurts other people, after all. ]
Really? You seem busy, so I can't imagine commissioning you unless your doors are actually open.
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Akira just gets a blank look, and then... well. Yusuke almost does the same thing Akira just did. The memory just... almost swoops in out of nowhere and hits him like a punch he never saw coming. Like he's stood watching snippets of a life both his and not his. He can see a sparse and simple room in an attic - dust filtering through air and sunlight, and faces both familiar and not familiar stood with him. He can smell coffee, but isn't sure why, and feel something lost and confused begin to settle within him as he makes a decision to at least try something he'd been so unwilling to even consider only a day before.
Gratitude, and loss and belonging all in one and he can't pick apart the pieces to completely make sense of them on their own.
And then Akira keeps talking and he can remember summer heat, and the high, airy ceilings of a church. Determination and discussions of desire, and anguish and how to spark both or either in a way that he could transfer onto paper. And as the wave of the memory eases, and fades, he finds himself clearing his throat. ]
A-Anguish. [ wow. ] I wanted inspiration to portray anguish.
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He doesn't even consider that Yusuke may have remembered anything from their past. ]
Is that what the picture of Christ on the cross portrays? I didn't know you tried to do the same thing in Recolle—or something similar.
[ How uncanny. ]
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[He rubs a hand over his face, like he's scraping the last few remnants of the memory away.]
Back there, wherever or whenever that was. I've never tried to recreate anguish through religious metaphors here.
[HE REMEMBERED, AKIRA....]
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OH. Oh. Oh. ]
I... knew what you meant.
[ Clears his throat. ]
It was a strange memory, right? It seemed like you were suffering from artist's block.
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Yes, I was definitely seeking inspiration. Perhaps that was what I was doing in that strange underground station as well? Trying new things to spark creativity...
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Yeah, though I wouldn't say that place is one about anguish from what it sounds like. I wonder what you're looking for exactly...
[ ... ]
Why couldn't you have drawn a beautiful cat instead?
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Inspiration is difficult to pin down. Some days I am inspired by the flick of Morrigan's tail against the morning sunlight. Other days it is more traditional - sunlight on the water, the night sky.
Perhaps I was trying a little of everything.
[.............]
If you wish to have a picture of a beautiful cat, you need only commission me.
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[ You see he can be poetic? Without sounding like an absolute shitlord. Akira doesn't know about that, but if that makes fox friend happier, then go ahead and be brutally honest.
It only hurts other people, after all. ]
Really? You seem busy, so I can't imagine commissioning you unless your doors are actually open.
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I like drawing, and commissions allow me to do what I enjoy and get paid for it. When I'm busy, I am usually working on commissions as is.
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I'll consider it, definitely. [ This is when hell begins. ] Goodnight, Yusuke.
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[Time to pass ouuuut.]