Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tidal Whims ❯ At the Gallery ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Drac 
There's an artist and a myth surrounding three specfic mer-boys. And just how true are the myths?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Fantasy / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.18.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 909 | Visits: 400 | Status: Work In Progress
There's an artist and a myth surrounding three specfic mer-boys. And just how true are the myths?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Fantasy / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.18.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 909 | Visits: 400 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: If I owned them I would not share.
Pairings: You'll see later. ;)
Constructive feedback welcomed and encouraged! Plus it make smy muse happy and makes him take note. ;)
~*~*~*~ signifies a change in time/place.
"______" signifies speech
'______' signifies thoughts
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~*~Modern Day~*~
The young man stood at the center of the room, champagne glass raised with a slightly amused, yet self-depreciating, look on his face. He was hansom but most standards, thick chocolate brown hair that framed his face, partially hiding the mix of features that made him exotic, though none more so than the stunning cobalt eyes.
He waited patiently for the room to quiet before he spoke.
“In the days before man found his own legs, his own fins, there was a kingdom under the waves, deep beneath the surface where more careless creatures tarried. Varied colors of sea blue, coral red, storm gray, and sun gold streaked through the lofty forests of kelp, not unlike the faeres of Camelot. This is where the merfolk lived. “
“In their stead they grew and prospered, living freely as the waves they claimed for their homes, darting like minnows as they played in the sun-filtered shadows. And the colors flourished.”
“Patterns and waves and stripes and spots all became known, and their king was of the purest cobalt tail. It was said that his tail was a gift from Poseidon, his sire, able to bring the wrath of the storms and the calm of eve with a simple flick of scale and sinew. Here creatures of the water flourished, the hippocampus, the dolphins, seals, and other creatures of myth that land-walkers have long since forgotten.”
“In past shows I have shown you the joy of these people. The capriciousness of their lives. The joy in their folly. But that is not all there is to life.”
The young man stepped back to a large canvas that nearly covered the wall, floor to cathedral ceiling.
“I give you, Tidal Whims.”
The canvas dropped revealing a once ethereal city under ruin of waves and wind. Merfolk hid under rock and in cave, wherever they could find shelter, the pride of their city gone, once perfect fins in tatters, pearls falling from tangled hair and falling from discolored scales as the city fell.
And just beyond the city was a faint hint of something. The only peaceful part of the raging landscape that caused all the gallery goers to pause and catch their breath in their throats. A statue of two mers curled around each other as the mythical king lay at the base, broken but smiling, gazing at the sleeping faces with the peace of those who are passing from one life to the next.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The young man looked into the gallery from the small back room, letting the decorative curtain fall back into place. Save for when introducing his work he rarely spoke. And never at such length.
This new opening had hurt him to paint, the violent splashed of color and media, the crashing and destruction of the land he'd built in his world of canvas and pigment. But he had needed it. It had to be done.
And that statue in the corner and the dieing king, trident in his hand, broken crown in the sand, had looked to their sleeping faces in happiness.
“And there were two that were not permitted by the laws the people had set for themselves. Neither had a family. Neither were accepted. But they were beautiful. One who had the sea's jewels for a tail, all the colors of foam and storm, the other a tail of deepest depths, dark as the ocean at night and rippling with as many stars. And they were hated for being different, shunned as demons' children for their colors, their beauty and their gifts. The one of the dancing green could talk to the creatures of the ocean, the ebon faster than a marlin. And the king loved them as brothers.”
The young man found himself at one of his earliest works. The features were barely distinguishable save for three twining tails, one black, one green, and one blue.
“The king despaired for his friends as they avoided the others of their kind, never loosing their good hearts but gaining Silence as a sibling. Eventually the king could no longer keep them safe from the others of their kind. Saddened greatly by the deed he must do he swam upon his friends as they slept and cast a spell upon them that they might sleep until such a time as they could find hope again, leaving them curled like children, one around the other, faces hidden from cruel looks as peaceful dreams stayed with them.”
His hand traced the insubstantial faces of the ones with the green and black tails.
Walking away he brushed the solitary tear that had run down his cheek. Casting it one last glance he went to leave, not wanting to be around a crowd of people any longer.
“I hope you are sleeping well.”
Pairings: You'll see later. ;)
Constructive feedback welcomed and encouraged! Plus it make smy muse happy and makes him take note. ;)
~*~*~*~ signifies a change in time/place.
"______" signifies speech
'______' signifies thoughts
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*~Modern Day~*~
The young man stood at the center of the room, champagne glass raised with a slightly amused, yet self-depreciating, look on his face. He was hansom but most standards, thick chocolate brown hair that framed his face, partially hiding the mix of features that made him exotic, though none more so than the stunning cobalt eyes.
He waited patiently for the room to quiet before he spoke.
“In the days before man found his own legs, his own fins, there was a kingdom under the waves, deep beneath the surface where more careless creatures tarried. Varied colors of sea blue, coral red, storm gray, and sun gold streaked through the lofty forests of kelp, not unlike the faeres of Camelot. This is where the merfolk lived. “
“In their stead they grew and prospered, living freely as the waves they claimed for their homes, darting like minnows as they played in the sun-filtered shadows. And the colors flourished.”
“Patterns and waves and stripes and spots all became known, and their king was of the purest cobalt tail. It was said that his tail was a gift from Poseidon, his sire, able to bring the wrath of the storms and the calm of eve with a simple flick of scale and sinew. Here creatures of the water flourished, the hippocampus, the dolphins, seals, and other creatures of myth that land-walkers have long since forgotten.”
“In past shows I have shown you the joy of these people. The capriciousness of their lives. The joy in their folly. But that is not all there is to life.”
The young man stepped back to a large canvas that nearly covered the wall, floor to cathedral ceiling.
“I give you, Tidal Whims.”
The canvas dropped revealing a once ethereal city under ruin of waves and wind. Merfolk hid under rock and in cave, wherever they could find shelter, the pride of their city gone, once perfect fins in tatters, pearls falling from tangled hair and falling from discolored scales as the city fell.
And just beyond the city was a faint hint of something. The only peaceful part of the raging landscape that caused all the gallery goers to pause and catch their breath in their throats. A statue of two mers curled around each other as the mythical king lay at the base, broken but smiling, gazing at the sleeping faces with the peace of those who are passing from one life to the next.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The young man looked into the gallery from the small back room, letting the decorative curtain fall back into place. Save for when introducing his work he rarely spoke. And never at such length.
This new opening had hurt him to paint, the violent splashed of color and media, the crashing and destruction of the land he'd built in his world of canvas and pigment. But he had needed it. It had to be done.
And that statue in the corner and the dieing king, trident in his hand, broken crown in the sand, had looked to their sleeping faces in happiness.
“And there were two that were not permitted by the laws the people had set for themselves. Neither had a family. Neither were accepted. But they were beautiful. One who had the sea's jewels for a tail, all the colors of foam and storm, the other a tail of deepest depths, dark as the ocean at night and rippling with as many stars. And they were hated for being different, shunned as demons' children for their colors, their beauty and their gifts. The one of the dancing green could talk to the creatures of the ocean, the ebon faster than a marlin. And the king loved them as brothers.”
The young man found himself at one of his earliest works. The features were barely distinguishable save for three twining tails, one black, one green, and one blue.
“The king despaired for his friends as they avoided the others of their kind, never loosing their good hearts but gaining Silence as a sibling. Eventually the king could no longer keep them safe from the others of their kind. Saddened greatly by the deed he must do he swam upon his friends as they slept and cast a spell upon them that they might sleep until such a time as they could find hope again, leaving them curled like children, one around the other, faces hidden from cruel looks as peaceful dreams stayed with them.”
His hand traced the insubstantial faces of the ones with the green and black tails.
Walking away he brushed the solitary tear that had run down his cheek. Casting it one last glance he went to leave, not wanting to be around a crowd of people any longer.
“I hope you are sleeping well.”