[ He doesn't know why that's surprising, it's not like Yusuke ever gave an impression of not being an artist.
Yusuke's next question makes him hesitate for a long while, because while this particular mental image is peaceful, it is also, at times, painful. Right now, he tries to concentrate on how happy he felt at those particular moments. ]
It's... a memory from my childhood, to be more precise. Of my brothers, Aglovale and Lamorak, and our mother.
[ He nods rather than delving into it. His identity as a painter was, of course, the crux of who he is—but he can just show Percival his work later, if he's interested. More effective than crowing about it here.
Instead, he lets him speak without interruption as he taps a few buttons on the control console, engines finally starting to stabilize. ]
For that to spring to mind so quickly... you must be very fond of them.
[ It was a spontaneous enough answer that he doubts it's a lie or anything. Besides, the state of the ship speaks for itself. Thinking about it does seem to be calming him—and Yusuke, in a vicarious sort of way—down. ]
[ In an indirect way, Yusuke reminds Percival that his brothers, his mother, and even his father were people he'd run across while making his way through the stasis units. It was a hopeful thought he carried, that they might one day awaken.
Especially his mother.
Percival follows after Yusuke's lead and, now much more calm, steers the directional control slightly to the right, to avoid another collision. ]
[ Though he may not ever understand exactly what Percival's feeling, he can approximate; if not for family, then friends, or lovers or rivals or whoever else. All of them are waiting on a hopeful reunion with somebody, someday.
It's easy to ride the wave of nostalgia once it starts, and at this point his spirits are smoothed over enough that he can smile a little. ]
Everything. [ A beat. ] That sounds trite... But I wish to depict all facets of the world— [ He barely stops his thoughts to veer away from another meteor, though they seem to be taking it a notch slower now. ] its ugliness and its radiance both. I want to capture emotion.
[ Rambling on about art seems enough to cheer him up anyway; if he even remembers their rocky start, it doesn't show in the slightest. ]
So I'm grateful that you'd share the landscapes in your heart, Percival. [ And the people, of course. ]
[ That is... surprisingly insightful for someone as young and as... well, Percival had presumed, foolish. Even if there's no guarantee that Yusuke is an artist with any sort of talent, Percival can at least appreciate his dedication and his ability to see worth and beauty in apparently everything. It reminds him, coincidentally, of his mother.
He isn't sure he agrees, but that is a worthy personal conviction. And the fact that he didn't hesitate to answer speaks volumes. ]
You... seem very dedicated to your passion. I should like to see some of your works sometime. To see if you are able to capture such emotion for myself.
[ A moment of thought. ]
Perhaps you're not as foolish as I thought.
[ For having such a way with words, as well as proposing an idea that actually worked.
[ Well... Percival probably wasn't too far off the mark in his initial assessment. He is a fool, and learning still. Wisdom doesn't exactly crop up overnight. But what he lacks in world experience, he tries to make up for in love for his craft; the atmosphere of the ship's shifted, and this time he laughs at the backhanded compliment rather than letting his mood rankle again. ]
Very well. Come judge them whenever you please.
[ It sounds a little bit like a challenge, his mood lifted enough to harbor a thread of haughty confidence. ]
I would welcome your appraisal.
[ A bit of prickliness he can deal with—at the end of the day, it's water off a duck's back. So maybe Percival's not as insufferable as he first seemed. ]
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[ He doesn't know why that's surprising, it's not like Yusuke ever gave an impression of not being an artist.
Yusuke's next question makes him hesitate for a long while, because while this particular mental image is peaceful, it is also, at times, painful. Right now, he tries to concentrate on how happy he felt at those particular moments. ]
It's... a memory from my childhood, to be more precise. Of my brothers, Aglovale and Lamorak, and our mother.
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Instead, he lets him speak without interruption as he taps a few buttons on the control console, engines finally starting to stabilize. ]
For that to spring to mind so quickly... you must be very fond of them.
[ It was a spontaneous enough answer that he doubts it's a lie or anything. Besides, the state of the ship speaks for itself. Thinking about it does seem to be calming him—and Yusuke, in a vicarious sort of way—down. ]
no subject
[ In an indirect way, Yusuke reminds Percival that his brothers, his mother, and even his father were people he'd run across while making his way through the stasis units. It was a hopeful thought he carried, that they might one day awaken.
Especially his mother.
Percival follows after Yusuke's lead and, now much more calm, steers the directional control slightly to the right, to avoid another collision. ]
What are your favorite subjects to paint?
no subject
It's easy to ride the wave of nostalgia once it starts, and at this point his spirits are smoothed over enough that he can smile a little. ]
Everything. [ A beat. ] That sounds trite... But I wish to depict all facets of the world— [ He barely stops his thoughts to veer away from another meteor, though they seem to be taking it a notch slower now. ] its ugliness and its radiance both. I want to capture emotion.
[ Rambling on about art seems enough to cheer him up anyway; if he even remembers their rocky start, it doesn't show in the slightest. ]
So I'm grateful that you'd share the landscapes in your heart, Percival. [ And the people, of course. ]
shut up britt
He isn't sure he agrees, but that is a worthy personal conviction. And the fact that he didn't hesitate to answer speaks volumes. ]
You... seem very dedicated to your passion. I should like to see some of your works sometime. To see if you are able to capture such emotion for myself.
[ A moment of thought. ]
Perhaps you're not as foolish as I thought.
[ For having such a way with words, as well as proposing an idea that actually worked.
They continue their slow descent. ]
bye britt
Very well. Come judge them whenever you please.
[ It sounds a little bit like a challenge, his mood lifted enough to harbor a thread of haughty confidence. ]
I would welcome your appraisal.
[ A bit of prickliness he can deal with—at the end of the day, it's water off a duck's back. So maybe Percival's not as insufferable as he first seemed. ]
goodbye forever britt
[ They truly are of a sound mind now, easy confidence and douchebaggery.
Eventually, the ship breaks the stratosphere, guiding itself lower and lower and not needing very much guidance from either of them at all.
It's a Christmas miracle. ]