Malachite was about to ask why a painter shouldn't like blue but Sunny continued and he nodded in understanding. He agreed that blue was soothing and it may have been why he sometimes sat by the lake and stared out at the water, simply enjoying how calm and beautiful it was. But he also could see how blue represented sadness and before thinking if he was about to make an odd comparison, Malachite softly blurted out, "I think some people associate blue with sadness because of nostalgia. You have it linked to beautiful memories and meanings and smile but some might feel sad that it's in the past now."
He noticed the blushing and was about to apologise if he was being too personal and making her uncomfortable but Sunny struck first again and suddenly turned her sketchbook around and all thoughts left him. It was so much more than he thought it would be. He didn't doubt Sunny's skills but he hadn't thought about the way she would see him. It had a dreamlike quality to it, maybe even ethereal. Jade liked to tease him for the care he tried to put into his appearance and Malachite did like how he looked, especially with the lighter hair colours regardless of how hard it was to keep up. But his ego wasn't big enough to assume everyone liked what they saw or that he could inspire such a piece of art.
His mouth opened to say he loved it as is and then it flipped into a smile as Sunny confessed she wanted to paint it and what she'd do. He was glad she kept talking because he didn't think stating he loved it or that it was beautiful explained his feelings accurately enough. So when she asked if he could see her vision, Malachite nodded as he stared at the art and then looked back up at Sunny and smiled even more brilliantly at her. He thought himself to be a happy person and had been surprised to see she didn't draw a smile but him lost in thought. Maybe that was why it was striking such deep chords with him. It showed a side he rarely let himself see but Sunny had made it seem okay and a magical moment.
"The way you view the world is so unique and magical," he really sucked at finding the right words and went with his last thought on the matter. It fit, however basic or catch-all it could be. "I would love to see it painted," Malachite eagerly added and pulled around his small cross body bag. It was just large enough for his phone, his tarot, some money, and a couple of other small random items but that's all he needed. Thanks to Jade and most of his crew not having a phone, Malachite had taken to keeping a tiny notepad and pen in his bag to write notes and reminders and he pulled those out now and jotted his name and phone number on it before sliding it across the table to Sunny. "I don't expect you to paint it now but call me when you do or it's finished or even if you want to show me other works. I can even sit for you again," he laughed at how excited he sounded but even with their limited conversations, he found himself wanting to see Sunny again.
He went back to his bag and while he knew he had some fives in there, he spotted a flash of purple and pulled out the ten instead and handed it over to Sunny. "I know you said five dollars but please accept this. I don't think it's enough either honestly." He would have tried to give her a twenty but suspected she would fight him on that. Ten dollars wasn't too big of an increase and it left him with enough money on his person to bring food home for his crew.
He noticed the blushing and was about to apologise if he was being too personal and making her uncomfortable but Sunny struck first again and suddenly turned her sketchbook around and all thoughts left him. It was so much more than he thought it would be. He didn't doubt Sunny's skills but he hadn't thought about the way she would see him. It had a dreamlike quality to it, maybe even ethereal. Jade liked to tease him for the care he tried to put into his appearance and Malachite did like how he looked, especially with the lighter hair colours regardless of how hard it was to keep up. But his ego wasn't big enough to assume everyone liked what they saw or that he could inspire such a piece of art.
His mouth opened to say he loved it as is and then it flipped into a smile as Sunny confessed she wanted to paint it and what she'd do. He was glad she kept talking because he didn't think stating he loved it or that it was beautiful explained his feelings accurately enough. So when she asked if he could see her vision, Malachite nodded as he stared at the art and then looked back up at Sunny and smiled even more brilliantly at her. He thought himself to be a happy person and had been surprised to see she didn't draw a smile but him lost in thought. Maybe that was why it was striking such deep chords with him. It showed a side he rarely let himself see but Sunny had made it seem okay and a magical moment.
"The way you view the world is so unique and magical," he really sucked at finding the right words and went with his last thought on the matter. It fit, however basic or catch-all it could be. "I would love to see it painted," Malachite eagerly added and pulled around his small cross body bag. It was just large enough for his phone, his tarot, some money, and a couple of other small random items but that's all he needed. Thanks to Jade and most of his crew not having a phone, Malachite had taken to keeping a tiny notepad and pen in his bag to write notes and reminders and he pulled those out now and jotted his name and phone number on it before sliding it across the table to Sunny. "I don't expect you to paint it now but call me when you do or it's finished or even if you want to show me other works. I can even sit for you again," he laughed at how excited he sounded but even with their limited conversations, he found himself wanting to see Sunny again.
He went back to his bag and while he knew he had some fives in there, he spotted a flash of purple and pulled out the ten instead and handed it over to Sunny. "I know you said five dollars but please accept this. I don't think it's enough either honestly." He would have tried to give her a twenty but suspected she would fight him on that. Ten dollars wasn't too big of an increase and it left him with enough money on his person to bring food home for his crew.
