17-Action/dictated (Backdated to the 12th)

[hasmommyissues]

[ Silva has been feeling a little creative since his eyes caught Jenny Scotts spirals. He'd tried art work in his younger days but he hadn't given it a second thought again until he saw the childs creations. It's like they had awoken feelings that he'd long since considered dormant.

So he'd gotten to work, colouring one of the walls of the lobby with painted spirals of all shapes, sizes and colours. To the unaffected it might just seem like a mess but to him he feels like he's painting the walls of the Sistine Chapel.]

Isn't it amazing? the things we miss in life?

Sometimes there are things that have been always been there ... never fading in their beauty yet hidden to everybody. And when we finally do spot them their colours are just ...

They make it all worth while ... pain, misery, loss, they help wash away all the negativity life brings.

[He laughs ... oh how they're making him feel so alive.]

For those who are interested I have made a little alteration in the lobby ... I do hope everybody appreciates the effort I've put in.

[ He sits in a chair facing his creation. A look of pride setting over his face.]

Comments

[freeslider]

[Wade passes by and finds herself pausing just behind his chair, looking it near awe at the thing he's created]

Oh my god...

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva turns his head to look at her. His face still partially covered with paint. He flashes her a quick smile that borderlines on creepy before turning his attention back to his spirals.]

Beautiful is it not?

[freeslider]

[Normally she'd think twice about this guy, but he's the creator of this magnificent thing. She walks past him, hands stretched out at the wall in awe]

It's gorgeous. So many colors. So much motion....

Can I touch it? Please?

[hasmommyissues]

[He stands up out of his chair and outstretchs an arm towards his creation ... as if to say "be my guest"]

Oh but I insist.

It would be cruel of me to deny anybody such a delight!

[freeslider]

[Wade lets out a squeal of happiness and pressed her hands to the wall, tracing the spirals with her hands and leaning into them as if she could become part of it herself]

I know what it reminds me of now. The vortex we used to slide through. I always thought it was pretty, but after so long, it's basically home. The only thing that was always the same...

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva cocks his head and smiles. He's not usually one for making other people happy, at least not without getting something in return. But there's a part of him that feels warm about Wades reaction.]

They ... do that don't they? Take you to the one place you long to be more then anything in the world.

[He moves towards the spirals ... touching them with an outstretched hand. He has such a joyful look on his face.]

For me I am reminded of my grandmothers island. The way the sunset used to merge with the sky ... I would sit on the beach and watch it every night I was there. I had to be no more then eight or so ... but it was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

Who knew we could recreate such memories so easily?

[freeslider]

That sounds wonderful...[Wade fixes on a small blue spiral for a moment]

Some things are just universal I guess.

[hasmommyissues]

And yet we did not realise up untill now ... it is odd yes?

[freeslider]

It is. But the little things we don't notice end up being the most important, I think.

[She looks back at him]

Would you mind if I made one?

[hasmommyissues]

[He clasps his hands together in delight.]

Oh be my guest ... I have a couple of spare paint pots and brushes by my chair.

What colours were thinking of?

[freeslider]

Blue! And maybe a little purple and white swirled in.

[She skipped back to find said paints, trying to imagine what the vortex looked like. It had been so long, she was starting to be afraid she'd forget. But this would help.]

Maybe you can do another one for your island? Orange and blue and yellow, like a sunset on the water...

[hasmommyissues]

[He looks ready to cry at such a suggestion. The happiness overwhelming him.]

A wonderful suggestion ... shall we begin?

[And with that being said he picks a wall and begins his next masterpiece. His eyes brightening up with each colour being put up, every stroke of the brush feeling more and more like a dance.

Silva just feels so ... alive.]