The Angel Balthazar (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tryingitall) wrote2020-08-15 04:26 pm
tryingitall) wrote2020-08-15 04:26 pm
Levi Open Post ((for nexus_crossings))
The angel Balthazar spends most of his time at Lucifer's villa these days, to no one's surprise. He hasn't let go of his apartment, though. He's only rearranged it for Levi's comfort. The sleek modern furniture has been replaced with antique reproductions, and the plain walls covered with art that matches the painter's tastes. Levi's very fond of copper, and shades of deep blue. The art studio that used to be dedicated to one small room has now expanded to encompass all but the bed and bathroom of the place. There are shelves of supplies, several paintings in progress, books and references, sculpting supplies, and in one room there is even a workspace dedicated to glass. Nothing bigger than jewelry or small vessels can be made there--there simply isn't enough space, but Levi relishes the opportunity to experiment.
It's weird having a time-share situation with his own body, but he can't deny that he's never had this much encouragement for his art before, neither in the way of supplies provided or financial support. If only Bart could have seen this!
Well, maybe he will, some day.
In the the meantime, even with all the opportunity surrounding him, sometimes when the angel retreats to let him play, all he wants to do is drink coffee and sketch and watch the world go by. That's what he's up to today, sitting on the veranda outside the lobby of the apartment building. It's late afternoon, and he's watching the tawny sky darken over the Nexus, listening to music of various ages and styles and planets drift from open windows in the apartment building above him. He's got an open sketchbook, a pile of charcoal pencils and tortillons he's stuffed into an empty dopp kit bag, and on the table at his elbow is a very foamy caramel-coffee drink, and a half-eaten plate of cheese fries.
It's hard to tell what he's drawing at a glance. It's a subtle swirl of gray, but if you sit with him long enough, a picture may emerge...
It's weird having a time-share situation with his own body, but he can't deny that he's never had this much encouragement for his art before, neither in the way of supplies provided or financial support. If only Bart could have seen this!
Well, maybe he will, some day.
In the the meantime, even with all the opportunity surrounding him, sometimes when the angel retreats to let him play, all he wants to do is drink coffee and sketch and watch the world go by. That's what he's up to today, sitting on the veranda outside the lobby of the apartment building. It's late afternoon, and he's watching the tawny sky darken over the Nexus, listening to music of various ages and styles and planets drift from open windows in the apartment building above him. He's got an open sketchbook, a pile of charcoal pencils and tortillons he's stuffed into an empty dopp kit bag, and on the table at his elbow is a very foamy caramel-coffee drink, and a half-eaten plate of cheese fries.
It's hard to tell what he's drawing at a glance. It's a subtle swirl of gray, but if you sit with him long enough, a picture may emerge...
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Loki had found himself at the top of the apartment building perhaps out of curiosity or perhaps because he had found out somehow about the man painting. Either way, he was entranced as to what the outcome would be. Loki, himself, appreciated art and the forms it produced, often sitting reading or even sketching himself when the need took him. The swirls of grey looked like dark clouds forming with an intent behind them.
The man was a stranger but Loki was gradually meeting new people all the time now he was a permanent member of the Nexus. The charcoal pencils caused the god to raise a curious eyebrow. He stepped closer, slowly placing both hands behind his back just watching, not intruding but casually remaining a silent observer.
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"Thanks, I think," he says with a wry smile. Drawing in public always draws spectators, so after a moment of studying the god and gauging whether he needs to feel unsafe around him, he decides to settle and go back to the work. "It's just sketching. I work in oil when I have a big idea. Or murals. I used to do a lot of murals back in the day. That was just to make money, though. Big adverts or prettifying public spaces."
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"When you say "back in the day?" Are you referring to your own world? The one before you arrived into the Nexus?"
Was it possibly that this man was a time traveller? At least the inkling given off by his past tense hinted that he was from another time. Loki himself was from another time and indeed another realm entirely. Perhaps this painter had become another Nexus resident without even wanting to. Everyone was in the same boat. Yet, he was still using his craft and that meant his skills weren't wasted.
"I, myself, are not from this time also. Along with half the Nexus population."