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[letgrow]

Who: Lilis!
Where: Lilis!!
When: LILI-...Day 323 Evening or so

[Feel free to live your normal Lilis life here...or Shiemi has set out drinks supplies for a craft night and is currently comfortable under a blanket with a cup of tea as she works on making fabric flowers. That is, come learn how to make fabric flowers from a bonfide flower, if that is more your speed!]

Comments

[enlightenedatheist]

Who are they eyesores to? You or us?

[vitainmorte]

...

I don't know that everyone would appreciate having reminders of everyone that's left us on display.

So I'll just hang on to them.

[enlightenedatheist]

. . .

Let me see these paintings.

[vitainmorte]

[ sort of

Seems to wilt. A little. ]

Must I...?

[enlightenedatheist]

[ baby ]

Yeah.

[vitainmorte]

[ she doesn't move for a moment.

... and then lightly sighs, heading back to her room and motioning for him to follow. ]

[enlightenedatheist]

[ slowchugging along to follow '-' ]

[vitainmorte]

[ opens the door to let him in, looking a bit self-conscious.

her room is mostly bog-standard lilis fare, some fanmail stacked neatly on the dresser. one corner of the room is lined with tarp, where her easel and collection of paints currently sits, empty, a handful of canvasses neatly leaned against the available space on the floor and wall: all portraits of former members of lilis she knew, with their namesake flower. ]

[enlightenedatheist]

[ examining them with some thought, humming to himself ]

[vitainmorte]

[ stands there anxiously, but remains quiet. ]

[enlightenedatheist]

[ hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ]

Yeah. I think these look good. The colors match the interior well enough, so it'll look fine.

[vitainmorte]

[ she hesitates a long moment, but-- ]

I... think, probably... I'll give Amaranth's to her.

[enlightenedatheist]

You could if you wanted.

[ pause ]

I think she might be happier with a different picture, though.

[vitainmorte]

Um-- no, it's just. It feels weird to hang her portrait up when she's not actually gone, and I only painted it because I was--

[ pauses for a long moment, staring at the floor. ]

... because I was hurt.

[enlightenedatheist]

. . .

Because she left?

[vitainmorte]

Yes. I know it wasn't her choice, but...