roadrunnermuses | open post } { pointless shippiness

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open post } { pointless shippiness

I really wanted shippy things and didn't feel like combing through memes. So I made a post! Comment to this post with your characters, who you want and an option from the list below, and I will start a thread. Shenanigans will ensue.

OPTIONS:

1 - Fluff
2 - Angst
3 - Crack
4 - Surprise Me!

IF YOU CHOOSE SURPRISE ME, it will probably be crack. Because I'm in that sort of mood.

Muselist is HERE and it's not completely updated, but I'm going to try and do that tonight. You may select SURPRISE for what character you want, but if you do it will likely be a crossover ship of my choosing. I don't really do M/M slash, but M/F and F/F are both fair game. Annnnnnnd that's it.

... Go, fight, win!

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Rebekah has always liked Monet -- both the work and the painter himself. She had taken a trip to Paris in the 1800s to see one of the first Impressionist exhibits. It had been unlike any art she had seen before. And Nik had pouted the whole time at the praise the other artists got. It had been delightful. It's that memory she's thinking of as she gazes up at the painting, smiling.

She hears a woman speak near her and she tilts her head to glance over at her.

"Me too. His ability to see light and shadows was astonishing."

Sophie gives a small hum of agreement at that, glancing her attention back to the woman next to her for a moment, before raising her glass and letting her elbow rest against her hand.

"Indeed. They don't make many like him anymore."

"I would have to agree. It's disappointing to see what counts as art these days."

To say Modern Art is puzzling to Rebekah is probably an understatement.

"Tell me about it." She sighs heavily. "People think they can just splatter paint on a canvas and call it art, or ... put strange objects together and claim to have a vision, but there's not feeling in it, no emotion. No passion for their work."

"Exactly. It lacks depth. Meaning. There's nothing beneath the surface." It's something that greatly bothers Rebekah.

"Cost of a superficial world, I suppose. Everything is always focused on instant gratification. No one stops to really look beneath the surface anymore it's ... tragic really."

Sophie sighs heavily, before shaking her head. "Don't get me wrong, I appreciate technology as much as the next girl, but there's a point where you need to ... dig deeper."

Rebekah nods a little. "There's something hollow about the more electronic driven world -- the conveniences are nice, of course, but there's still something lost in the meantime."

"Feeling." Sophie nods in agreement. "Emotion. Satisfaction. No one really understands what the words really mean anymore. Everything is always about it's value - what can it do for me?"

"Exactly. It's not about art, or depth, it's about value. Convenience. So they can simply just move onto the next thing."

She shakes her head a bit in acknowledgement. "It's tragic really. How is anything supposed to mean anything when it's simply handed to you?"

"I don't know. I assume it doesn't." She says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Sophie sighs as she shakes her head. "I guess we'll just have to settle for a world that's a little less inspirational."

"There's a depressing thought." Rebeakh drains her champange at that.

"Indeed it is." Not that inspiration and beauty can't be found in other places, but it certainly does mean the world is lacking something it once had. "They certainly don't make them like Michelangelo anymore."

"They don't. It's a real shame." Rebekah has seen the way art has evolved since then, not all of it has been improvements.

"That it is." She pauses, eyeing the other woman for a moment, before turning and extending a hand to her. "Sophie Devereaux."

"Rebekah Mikaelson." She shakes the other woman's hand. "Do you have relatives in New Orleans?"

She shakes her head, waving her hand a bit. "Oh, no. I just love the city. They don't make them like New Orleans anymore."

"I knew a Sophie-Anne Deveraux there, is all. I thought perhaps there was a relation."

Or something to be concerned about, what with all the witches that been body jumping and coming back from the dead these days.

That would be much more interesting ... if Sophie Devereaux was actually her real name. As it stands, it's mostly a funny coincidence, but still amusing nonetheless. "Unfortunately, no. Just an odd coincidence, I suppose."

"I suppose so." Rebekah just had to be certain, considering the way her life often works.

Sophie glances back to her, appraising her for a moment. "Hopefully the association wasn't unfavorable. I would hate to lose a new friend over an unfortunate coincidence such as that."

Rebekah shakes her head a little. "Not particularly. I liked her well enough."

She nods a bit. "That is a comfort." She will make a note to not go by Sophie Devereaux the next time she's in the Quarter, however. Just in case. "There are so few people who understand art these days. I would have hated to alienate one of them."

It's probably a good precaution to take, all things considered. "As would I. We do seem to be few and far between."

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