Dia Thames
The Beast lingers just beneath the surface~
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- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Subject Matter, Post Apocalyptic, Apocalyptic, Romance, Fantasy (usually Urban fantasy, but I've done high fantasy before too), Horror
He chuckled a bit as she said he seemed like he had knowladge beyond his years. A smile came across his lips.
"You have no Idea Rachelle...No Idea."
She told him that the commissions would not be an issue and that it wasn't work if she liked doing that. The woman was lucky. Vincent had saved enough money to come to the united states and more...he had saved from the time he was sixteen so it had been over fifty years. His savings were enormous...only taking what he needed when he absolutly needed it. She then grabbed paper and a pen telling him she would give him half off. The woman said something else then laughed. He smiled a bit then looked at her.
"I need three Pictures if you don't mind...And I do intend to pay you in full. I Want one of my family. I don't have a picture of them on me so give me a minuete to remember....My father was tall...probably a little over six feet tall...he wore glasses and had a five o'Clock shadow...old style button up shirt and dress pants, old worn dress shoes. My mother was about a foot shorter than him and wore a simple button up dress. Long Black hair and deep stormy grey eyes..."
Then he went on to discribe his six other siblings, a gentle smile on his face but sadness in his eyes.
"I've had the family portrait in my head since they all died in an accident...I survived...somewhere on there I don't care where, put...'Between the conception and creation, Between the emotion and response Falls the shadow."
Vincent then sighed as she finnished writing the things down and began to discribe the next one he wanted done.
"Next...It is a woman...not my mother but another woman. In her early twenties. She has a petite figure and is about the same height as my mother. She had long braided hair...brown hair and blue eyes. The woman is holding a child that is probably about a month old. I don't know who exactly she is but I have a feeling she met a horrible end...With this somewhere put Between the Idea and the reality,Between the motion and the act, falls the shadows..."
Then his jaw clenched and he tensed as he spoke, eyes narrowing a bit. A fierce dark light entering his eyes.
"The last one...It a man. He is about five foot ten or so. Trim, fit, and thin. He had pale, fair skin, and usually wore a tail coat or the latest fashion in london. He had long blonde hair which he usually kept pulled back. Has eyes the color mine are now...sometimes wore hats...He was someone I knew from somewhere...sometime after my family's accident...On this one put...Between the desire and the spasam, between the potency and exsistance, Between the essance and the descent Falls the Shadows...They are are exerpts from the T.S. Eliot Poem "The Hollow Men" I will go and get the pay as soon as possible. Is there anything else I can get for you while I run an arrand perhaps Lunch or something? Or I can just leave if you want me too. Either way I give you some space to work..."
"You have no Idea Rachelle...No Idea."
She told him that the commissions would not be an issue and that it wasn't work if she liked doing that. The woman was lucky. Vincent had saved enough money to come to the united states and more...he had saved from the time he was sixteen so it had been over fifty years. His savings were enormous...only taking what he needed when he absolutly needed it. She then grabbed paper and a pen telling him she would give him half off. The woman said something else then laughed. He smiled a bit then looked at her.
"I need three Pictures if you don't mind...And I do intend to pay you in full. I Want one of my family. I don't have a picture of them on me so give me a minuete to remember....My father was tall...probably a little over six feet tall...he wore glasses and had a five o'Clock shadow...old style button up shirt and dress pants, old worn dress shoes. My mother was about a foot shorter than him and wore a simple button up dress. Long Black hair and deep stormy grey eyes..."
Then he went on to discribe his six other siblings, a gentle smile on his face but sadness in his eyes.
"I've had the family portrait in my head since they all died in an accident...I survived...somewhere on there I don't care where, put...'Between the conception and creation, Between the emotion and response Falls the shadow."
Vincent then sighed as she finnished writing the things down and began to discribe the next one he wanted done.
"Next...It is a woman...not my mother but another woman. In her early twenties. She has a petite figure and is about the same height as my mother. She had long braided hair...brown hair and blue eyes. The woman is holding a child that is probably about a month old. I don't know who exactly she is but I have a feeling she met a horrible end...With this somewhere put Between the Idea and the reality,Between the motion and the act, falls the shadows..."
Then his jaw clenched and he tensed as he spoke, eyes narrowing a bit. A fierce dark light entering his eyes.
"The last one...It a man. He is about five foot ten or so. Trim, fit, and thin. He had pale, fair skin, and usually wore a tail coat or the latest fashion in london. He had long blonde hair which he usually kept pulled back. Has eyes the color mine are now...sometimes wore hats...He was someone I knew from somewhere...sometime after my family's accident...On this one put...Between the desire and the spasam, between the potency and exsistance, Between the essance and the descent Falls the Shadows...They are are exerpts from the T.S. Eliot Poem "The Hollow Men" I will go and get the pay as soon as possible. Is there anything else I can get for you while I run an arrand perhaps Lunch or something? Or I can just leave if you want me too. Either way I give you some space to work..."