Self-portrait with Masks

[ex_fatalist246]

[So. He has the power to create anything.]

[In the ballroom, he makes the tools of his family's trade. He makes paintbrushes and easels, pallets, chisels, each ornate and ribbed in gold, decorated by wings and twists. Any artists around, come one, come all! And come fast.

Because as he makes them, he destroys them, letting them fade before they can stay for too long.]

[Lead me not into temptation.]

That's it, then.

Comments

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Find somewhere to curl up or someone to curl up on, eat scraps from the kitchen, behave as cats do.

Or would you prefer I erase it?

[ex_fatalist246]

If it won't hurt anyone any more than a normal cat would, there's no reason.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

It's not a puppet of mine. Just something I made.

No point wasting energy chasing it down just to erase it.

[ex_fatalist246]

I guess. [For him, if art given life isn't going to hurt humans, then he would rather never take its life away. But that isn't reasoning he feels like sharing.] How is a witch created?

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

That's a rather private question, isn't it?

[ex_fatalist246]

I suppose it is. [He's still asking it.]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

A witch can be created a number of ways. There's no specific method to it.

[ex_fatalist246]

How were you created? [He's really going for the indelicate questions here today.]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

I said it earlier. I simply exist.

[ex_fatalist246]

So you don't have a creator.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

You could say that.

[ex_fatalist246]

I could say anything. [He makes a chisel and catches it.] Nothing comes from nothing. In my world, everything with magic has a place it comes from.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

And your world is one of trillions, each with their own rules.