» she saw the pictures and painted them

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Who: Angela and You. YES, YOU!
What: Come be drawn like one of her French girls.
Where: A street corner a few blocks away from the inn.
When: Early Misdi afternoon
Warnings: The warning is... it's Angela.



On this chilly, yet sunny afternoon, Angela Montenegro can be seen walking down on of Baedal’s many streets, dragging behind her is a little red wagon filled to the brim with art supplies. Where she got the wagon isn't important; what is important, however, is what Angela's planning on doing with the equipment.

Setting up is done quickly and easily with the finesse of a pro (this isn't her first rodeo, kids.) One sketchpad is placed on an easel and flipped to a clean page where Angela scribbles in thick black marker:

ART DONE BY PARIS TRAINED ARTIST – 6 SHEKELS EACH PORTRAIT

She stands back and eyes her handiwork before an almost evil grin spreads across her face. And in smaller, but not too small, letters, Angela writes the words:

NUDES ARE WELCOME. 1 MARK.

And in even smaller letters:

PLEASE HELP ME NOT STARVE. SUPPORT THE ARTS!

And in almost illegible letters towards the bottom right corner of the page:

Please? I don't want to do death masks anymore. ):

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[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

You, his family and the entire parish in which he grew up could see that part, Angela. He starts to ask are you sure? when she says she's never met a fairy before, only to be distracted by the question that follows.

"Depends on the fairy, really," he laughs. "I've crafted in leather, made and repaired saddles and other horse tack. But something tells me you're talking about very different uses."

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No, she isn't sure. Well, in her mind, Angela thinks she is. She knew Sookie was special, but she never knew that Sookie was a fairy herself. But that was then and this is now. That seems like such a long time ago.

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm just wondering if a leather jacket is an option for a Christmas gift. Wouldn't you like to know?" She really needs to wipe that salacious grin off her face.

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Tadhg would miss that grin if it left, just saying. He watches Angela's hands moving over the easel, or at least as much of them as he can see from his angle. Interest obvious on his face, he manages to keep from craning his neck to see better. Just.

Still grinning himself, he arches a brow at her teasing question. "Oh, I would like to know. Very much. But if you want to keep me guessing, I'll just have to wait, won't I?"

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Well, good for him this grin comes in an unlimited supply and shows its face often.

"Maybe I'll tell you, but then again, good things come to those who wait." Or to those who simply ask for it. Angela reaches out a hand and steadies Tadhg with two fingers pressed against his chest. "And really, you should wait if you want this thing to come out looking anything like you."

So she says. She doesn't actually need him to post or anything because she's drawing him in a totally different position and most importantly, situation. She just wanted an excuse to touch him. Again.

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. All right, I'll sit still and behave myself." More or less. For the moment, anyway.

So rather than focus on Angela's work, he focuses on the lady herself. Her grace of movement, her intent expression and bright eyes absorb his attention, as do the strong, bright currents of her life energies. After a time he murmurs, "I think I'll have to insist on drawing you some day."

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"You think?" Angela asks with a chuckle, eyes steady on the pad in front of her. "Why would you want to anyway?"

It's a hypothetical question that really just serves to further the conversation, though in all honestly, Angela's only sat for one person in the past. She just never really had the opportunity to do it herself otherwise; it's usually her putting pencil to paper.

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

"It's up to you, of course," Tadhg laughs in reply. "But why shouldn't I want to?"

Contradicting his earlier agreement to sit still, he leans forward a little, composing his own portrait of Angela in his head. "A lady with such grace of face, form and movement should be drawn, in my opinion."

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"Flattery will get you nowhere," Angela laughs, poking him in the chest again. Except in this case, it really could get him everywhere she wants him to be. Ma'am. But there is just a shadowy hint of red dusting her cheeks that's probably only noticable close up.

"I'll consider it. No promises."

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," He concedes cheerfully. Though Angela's blush isn't obvious on her face, he can trace it in the flow of her energies. Because he can be a gentleman, he doesn't mention it. Because he can also be about ten mentally, his grin takes on a touch of smirk.

He does at least manage to keep still as his eyes return to the artist at work. Still, but not silent. "Paris training and death masks. Quite an interesting combination."

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"Well, I had to pay for my expenses somehow," Angela replies a little too quickly, adding in some final lines and shading to the picture. She'd rather not drag the conversation down with details of her work with the Jeffersonian, but everything before that is fair game, including what her expenses actually were.

College was very interesting for her, by the way.

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"But of course." Tadhg nods in sage agreement. "I've worked all kinds of jobs to make ends meet when commissions got slow." He understands doing what you have to do.

"So was it schooling that brought you to the City of Lights?" His curiosity encourages him to probe a little more. "I've visited there, but haven't stayed for any real length of time."

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Angela shakes her head side to side with a small smirk before glancing over to Tadhg to answer.

"I'd be a liar if I said schooling was all it was."