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Post by Cassie Jones on Jun 20, 2008 10:35:45 GMT -5
Cassie listening, a strange feeling crept over her, but she sensed it wasn't a bad strange, it was just different. She didn't realise until after he had stopped talking that she had been holding her breath, she let it out and paused for a few moments, thinking, before replying. "Pretty much" she admitted looking at him with a smile to show she was ok. "My turn?" she asked with a grin. She wanted to see what she could find out from Dare, she had done some art and dancing really helped with properly seeing things.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2008 10:48:38 GMT -5
One of Dare's eyebrows rose in interest. Her request shouldn't have surprised him, but it had. Still, his lips curved into a crooked half smile, and he relaxed back into his seat. "Go for it," he said, eyes brightening a bit at the prospect. He truly wondered what she would see, not because he doubted her perceptive abilities, but because he was still finding himself.
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Post by Cassie Jones on Jun 20, 2008 11:00:12 GMT -5
Cassie nodded with a smile and shifter forward a little. Her eyes brushed over Dare, focusing on the tension in his muscles and the quirk of his lips. She paused for a moment on his overall posture until her eyes travelled up to his, searching the depths of his unusuall;y coloured eyes with her own. She wondered if he had noticed how her eyes seemed to change, ranging from an almost black green to a stormy gray with emerald and a soft green in between.
"Well" she started softly, formulating her response. "You can take delight in other's miscomfort. You watch everything, as to you it is just a subject for your art." she looked down at the callused palms of his hands. "You're not afraid of hard work, and you can be extremely passionate about things." she looked back at up Dare, into his eyes, her head angled to one side. "Yet within you there is a sadness, something your not willing to let go" she finished softly, biting her lip as she wondered how her analysis would be received. "Well?" she questioned, brushing her fringe out of her eyes.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2008 11:06:00 GMT -5
Dare's brows rose again, and his eyes shone with surprise again maybe, or maybe respect. "Pretty much," he said, echoing her earlier statement. Maybe he could take delight in others' miscomfort, but then, she hadn't said he did, she'd said could. He was intensely passionate about his work. As for the sadness...that wasn't worth mentioning, wasn't worth thinking about.
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Post by Cassie Jones on Jun 20, 2008 11:13:17 GMT -5
Cassie nodded, feeling a little pleased she had discerned so much from him. She relaxed back into the chair, letting her legs stretch out in front of her. "I don't know how anyone can live without art" she said, "be it dance, song or artwork" she added, showing that she had a love of all three, though dancing was her main interest.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2008 11:19:32 GMT -5
Dare shook his head, at as much of a loss as Cassie was. "I don't get it either, but a lot of people just don't care. Or they don't realize they care. Art's everywhere, you know? People will watch the sunset, they'll lust after someone they see walking down the corridors, it's all shapes, colors, motion. Art."
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Post by Cassie Jones on Jun 20, 2008 11:25:43 GMT -5
Cassie nodded, this was something that she knew both her and Dare were extremely passionate about. "I know, everything I see makes me think of dancing, or singing or makes me wish that I had my sketchpad. I could be walking through the forest and the whisper of the wind in the trees will make me dance, and the way the light falls through the leaves makes me want to frezze time and sketch it. Everything is just inspiration but most people walk around blind" she finished softly. She was lucky, she had spent years at a college where everyone saw the beauty and magnificance of life, and every did something about it, they drew or danced or sang. "Art is food for the soul" she said simply.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2008 12:05:51 GMT -5
Dare nodded, unable to verbally add to that. His strength wasn't in words so much as perception and translating that perception to the visual, and letting all he saw seep onto the page through fingertips, through brushes, quills, pigments and paints. "I guess it's not so bad," he said at last, "being the only one, or among the only ones. I mean, it sets you apart, you know?"
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Post by Cassie Jones on Jun 20, 2008 12:10:32 GMT -5
Cassie grinned, "I feel priviledged" she said, agreeing with Dare. "I feel as if I can see properly, that I've been lucky enough to realise that" she said, trying to explain it, though she didn't think she was doing such a good job, all her life she had expressed her feelings through movement. She stood up and stretched, loosening her limbs. "I can't go long without dancing" she said, a little sheepish.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2008 12:16:54 GMT -5
Dare looked at Cassie again, watched her stretch, considering. He began to wonder what it would be like to capture dancing on paper. If he could get the essence of the motion in only two dimensions. Or maybe just to do a study and try it out. He'd tried it on Quidditch before, but there was a world of difference, despite the similarities, between the sharp-but-smooth motions of the broom and the human body on its own. He didn't realize he'd fallen silent in contemplation.
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Post by Cassie Jones on Jun 20, 2008 12:20:49 GMT -5
Cassie straightened out, looking at Dare. "You don't mind do you?" she asked, hoping he didn't think she was rude to just spontaneously start dancing. "Feel free to look properly or sketch or whatever" she said casually. She moved away from the chair into more space and stood motionless for a few moments thinking about what to do. Without her block ballet shoes her choices were limited slightly, but she decided to do some ballet anyway. She began to dance, her movement for simplistic than usual as the more technical work required proper shoes. She still danced with grace and elegance though as she whirled around the room, her body supple and a blissful smile on her face.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2008 13:03:23 GMT -5
Dare's fingertips itched to take her suggestion, and at the thought, a pad of paper and an art box very similar to his own appeared on the table. Dare wasted no time arguing, and within minutes had begun a series of quick sketches on the page.
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Post by Cassie Jones on Jun 20, 2008 13:18:57 GMT -5
As Cassie spun she caught sight of Dare and her smile widened, her movement slowed. This meant she would be easier to capture and the detail could be clearer. Cassie let her body move to the silent music she always heard, the music of life.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2008 13:32:06 GMT -5
She wanted him to draw her, that much was clear by the sudden slowing of her movements, by her smile. Dare flipped the page over and started on another, more detailed sketch, drinking in the shapes and motions. It was as close to a figure study as he'd had the chance to do, and he was absorbing eagerly.
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Post by Cassie Jones on Jun 20, 2008 13:40:03 GMT -5
Cassie continued to let her movement flow, giving Dare the time he needed. She was tempted to turn towards him, to see how he was doing, but she wanted herself to be lost in the dance, which she was, lost and not absorbing the world around her.
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