Who: Turing and you + some closed prompts What: Catch-all for November, hurrah Where: Everywhere and nowhere When: Time is a lie but post-event and various times afterwards Content Warnings: Probably none but will edit if necessary!
The same is true for me! ...Well, partly. There is something therapeutic about painting how I feel.
[ They began to dig through their paints, and carefully picked out each one. There were a few that Turing took out only to put back, while others went right onto their palette without a second thought. ]
(Ren finds a place to sit, knuckles supporting his chin while his elbow sits on his thigh. There's something really special about watching someone do what they love, and Turing is no exception when it comes to Ren's admiration.)
[ Another added benefit of painting out their feelings was that it also forced them to think about how they were feeling in the present. Did mindfulness exercises work for ROMs in the same way they worked for humans? Turing still wasn't sure how much of human psychology applied to them, but that was beside the point.
The actual point was that their feelings were all tangled up after what had happened, and their painting was starting to reflect that. The aged tree trunk had taken on dark blues and purples instead of their usual pastels, and it leaned as if it was about to topple over with a strong enough wind. The branches it supported were doing no better and swirled around each other, with some tied into literal knots that would stubbornly resist any attempts to untie them.
...This was not exactly a cry for help, but they also weren't done yet. ]
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What do they like to paint?
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He's inspired by beauty and feelings.
(As long as Yusuke can find those two things, he's happy.)
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The same is true for me! ...Well, partly. There is something therapeutic about painting how I feel.
[ They began to dig through their paints, and carefully picked out each one. There were a few that Turing took out only to put back, while others went right onto their palette without a second thought. ]
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no subject
The actual point was that their feelings were all tangled up after what had happened, and their painting was starting to reflect that. The aged tree trunk had taken on dark blues and purples instead of their usual pastels, and it leaned as if it was about to topple over with a strong enough wind. The branches it supported were doing no better and swirled around each other, with some tied into literal knots that would stubbornly resist any attempts to untie them.
...This was not exactly a cry for help, but they also weren't done yet. ]