Event Twenty-One

[awashmods]

Sometimes I feel happy, Sometimes I feel sad. Sometimes I feel curious, Sometimes I feel mad. Sometimes I feel silly, Sometimes I feel surprised. How many feelings, Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong. This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all. And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all. Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

Comments

[noholdsbard]

There is no need for that.

[ After all, there’s one more favor he has to make. He tucks a lock of red hair behind his ear and leans down to give Wei Wuxian that kiss he’d promised earlier. It’s over quickly as Tristan rises to his feet, none the worse for wear following that ordeal. ]

But I should not be keeping you from your work any longer.

[ Surely there are much more interesting subjects for him to paint! ]

1/3

[espritdecorpse]

[ He's already thinking to himself what he should do. For Maiden Nero, a poem or an artwork would be best. For Pyra... ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ And then Archer is suddenly close to him, and there's a warm sensation on his lips. It's over in a flash, and he's left just sitting there stunned on the blanket. ]

.......huh?

[ Did this guy take lessons from Shen Qingqiu on surprise kissing people? ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ But as soon as that thought crosses his mind, he realizes that he did ask for a kiss from the man, he'd just forgotten. ]

Haaaa....hahaha.

[ It takes him a moment to find his feet, but he does manage to stand. ]

I...

[ He considers asking the man to stay, as he hasn't actually painted his portrait yet; but some part of him realizes that that might be a bit dangerous, considering the strange fluttering feeling in his chest and the warm sensation in his cheeks. He rubs the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. ]

All right. I guess I... I'll see you later.