Artist Block. {nicolai}

[aurora rose eldrick]

"oh dear…"
rory sighed, dramatically cupping her cheeks with her dainty paint spotted hands. the tip of the paint brush situated nicely between two fingers was dipped in light blue, and unbeknownst to rory was brushing up against her hair and leaving a nice splotch of blue. that wasn't uncommon though, whenever rory painted she always ended up wearing it somewhere. mostly on her cheeks, nose, and fingers though. her cream colored rayon peasant top was even splattered with paint! she was oblivious though, rory was far to concerned with her apparent artist block and the simple beach scene she felt like she had painted one hundred times before. the outline of the water was hardly finished before she threw her hands up, defeated and deeming herself unable to ever paint again.

she dropped her white sandaled feet to the floor from her stool and stood up, her hands moving from her cheeks to her waist. the pretty aqua blue paint now stained her dark blue high waisted skirt, clinging tightly to the light woven fabric. she jerked her hands out forward and squealed as she noticed how she spread the paint on her new skirt. "no!" she scolded herself, dropping her paint brush on the stool and took a step backwards, almost tripping over her self and hitting the table behind her. rory groaned, unamused, and turned around to lean her self exasperatedly over the table reaching for her water bottle to wash off her skirt.
"of course. first you get artist block and you knock over everything and kill yourself? meh." she thought, studying her beige-stained hands. what an awkward position to be caught in, a lady leaning over a table with he bum towards the door.
it really wasn't anything new for the quirky aurora.


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notes / wow...i haven't roleplayed in so long. hnng.

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[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Nicolai hadn’t been painting in the art studio in a very long time. Usually he went out because it was a lot easier for him to get inspiration outside, on a beach, or in a forest, instead of inside a room. But in any case he had decided that today he would bring his expensive art set down to the room and paint something. He had already finished that one work for his actual class, but now he just wanted to do something to actually make his mind flow with painters muse that he had stored for so long because of his dancing. Nicolai’s dancing was more important that his painting was, but really, he did love to paint, and he wasn’t half bad at it.



Pulling at the edge of his light colored polo, he let his shoes pad against the floor, with his black box in his left hand, fingers curled around the handle that was covered in leather. Using his other hand, he gripped the door knob and pushed the door open to see a girl bent over the table, her ass staring him right in the face. Of course he didn’t mind looking at it, but he didn’t want to embarrass the girl, “uh, excuse me…?” his Russian accent hit every syllable, catching onto every word.



Walking around next to her, he looked under the table, peeking his head through his own legs, matching eyes with the girl who’s body was nearly completely over the table, “need help?” he smiled and pulled his head up, setting his case on the table she was leaning on then nearly gliding over to the other side where the poor lady nearly looked stuck. Running a hand through his short hair, he placed his hands in his jeans pockets and looked at her painting. It didn’t look bad, she was actually quite good, but it was clear to him that she was having a block that he could clearly fix.

[aurora rose eldrick]

"uh, excuse me?" ….."need help?"

rory squealed loudly, startled, and jerked backwards from the table into the stool behind her. she stepped her foot right in the gap between the two bars for feet on the stool, twisted around and fell right back down on her butt and slung the stool down with her. "ow…" rory mewled, propping her self up with her elbows. she sighed, pulling her leg out of the gap and tried to begin to figure out how to clean up the paints she left on the stool before flipping it over. she looked behind her and remembered the entire reason she spazzed in the first place. rory squealed and quickly went to stand her self up and dust herself off.

"i'm so sorry!" she squeaked, bashfully looking down and interlacing her fingers below her view. rory was obviously flustered, her cheeks red and puffed out like she normally got after an embarrassing event. she glanced up quickly to try and get a better look at the boy, and ended up blushing even harder after noticing how sweet he really looked. the boy had a strong jaw, he was tall, and just handsome head to toe. "oh jeez…" she turned away from him to pick up the stool she had knocked over. rory brushed back her honey brown hair behind her ear and spread out the paint even farther. "i'm really sorry about all this! do you need me to leave now or..?" aurora turned towards him and tried to look him into those dark, dreamy eyes.

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[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Never had the boy ever met a girl nearly as jumpy as she was. But within seconds of his speaking, she had flipped over the table and stumbled backwards taking a stool and god knows how many paints with her. She was making a mess, there was no way of hiding that, but her adorable little body toppling to the durable ground that had been there for god knows how long. Nicolai had tried to grab her, catch the scattered girl before her frame hit the floor, but he wasn’t really expecting for her to freak out to that extent. Now, the girl was in a tangled mess, on the ground with a load of paint on her and on top of that, she was startled like a puppy that had just sneezed. Bending down with his knees feeling as if they were going to pop, he watched her to make sure it’s ok. He opened his mouth to speak,”i-“ but the girl nearly squealed and stood up speaking. Nicolai just followed her up, trying to calm her down.


Another few words fell out of her mouth, he had opened his own to speak but then closed them once more, as she turned away from him. The girl picked up the stool she had tipped and turned back around, pulling her hair behind her beige colored ears bringing a nasty streak of paint across her soft baby like cheeks. Her words were out again and he grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to calm her down, “ shhh.” Nicolai chuckled softly. “ don’t worry about it, all it happened to be was an accident, no need to put blame on yourself.” He smiled, pulling a hand out and gently holding her cheek in his palm, “ first you just need to calm down. M’kay? Then,” he placed a thumb over the paint stroke and gently brushed it away, as if it was a small tear. “ we need to clean you up.” He switched hands and made sure that the paint was gone from her nose before gently letting go of her,


“ now, let me clean up the paint. I really wouldn’t want you to get any paint on your outfit.” Nicolai walked to the other side of the room and grabbed a few paper towels before getting on his knees and starting to clean it up. He didn’t mind helping her, and he knew that she wouldn’t want to get anything on her clothes, or that is at least what he had assumed. “now, im assuming that painting in the back is yours?” he looked up and pointed his head to the beach painting, “its really good,” he smiled at her before getting up and tossing the nasty rags in the trash, “I’m Nicolai.” He held out a hand with a pretty smile on his face.

[aurora rose eldrick]

rory exhaled, her blue eyes flickering away from the boy. he spoke again, his accent was thick to a sharp point. the sort of sharp that could cut you for days. “ don’t worry about it, all it happened to be was an accident, no need to put blame on yourself.” he reassured, his intent sweet and soothing. even if rory had a reply, she would have stopped for his warm hands that graced her cheek and curved his palm to wipe away the splotched on her face. a bloom of roses unfurled across her visage, and she tilted her head slightly down and scrunched her nose timidly.

she wasn't entirely sure why this boy wasn't uneasy at the sight of her sprawled across a table, and witnessing her spinning out into the stool. he was even offering to clean up her nice paints she knocked over on the floor. rory squealed slightly as he wiped the blue paint from her nose, bashful as ever. she wasn't trying to act completely apprehensive, but being caught off guard and helped so calmly even after he witnessed her collateral damage was…sweet.

“ now, let me clean up the paint. i really wouldn’t want you to get any paint on your outfit.” aurora stared down at her peasant top, and then inspected her skirt. streaks and splats of paint were already rooming with the threads of her clothes, she was surprised he even said that! "well, i mean, i don't know how much worse my outfit could get!" she giggled, reminding her why she frustratedly threw herself outstretched over the table in the first place. to grab her stupid water bottle she for some reason set down on the other end of the table. "that's honestly why i was spread out on the table! i promise!" she added, but he turned to the easel she had tried focusing on. the pretty boy complemented it, then smoothly introduced him self with a genial smile and outreached hand. nicolai? well, that explained his accent. she caught on to the russian twinge, but wasn't entirely sure. "pleasure nicolai, i'm aurora!" she affably spoke, reaching for his hand with both of hers. "but please call me rory!"

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[nicolai ivan glazcov]

With his hands glued to her shoulders, the girl seemed to go rock hard, and her breath seemed to be sucked quickly taken in as he made as much eye contact as possible. It wasn’t as if he was doing it to scare the pretty girl, the last thing he wanted to do was actually frighten her any more than she already was, but now she seemed to become panicky in every way possible. There was that never ending string of girls who continued to maybe not freak out, but at least act strange around him, some would tell him that it was something of maybe the girls fancies, but, Nicolai refused to believe that. If the girl, liked him enough to show it, outwardly, they would ask. That is how he did, and saw it.


Curled under her jaw bone, Nicolai held up her face, and attempted to take as much of the paint off of her face, but then the blushing just made it seem she was trying to make his job harder, “how am I supposed to be returning your face to its normal, cream self if the blush covers most of your cheeks?” Nicolai mused only lightly, she wasn’t the only girl that had been this red around him, and truthfully, he didn’t understand the blushing unless it came from the cold, where in some parts of Russia, a girls face may be that color for most of the day, and to wasn’t because of embarrassment, or fancy, or whatever.


Nicolai removed his hands and carefully got onto the floor, making sure not to get any paint on his own clothes. But her small voice entered the room and he looked up at her with an amused look on his face, “well I was also assuming that you were going to try and brush some of the paint off,” he let his eyes fall over her spattered skirt, “some muse you have. Being able to be so pulled into your painting, that, you don’t notice getting it on your clothes.” Nicolai cleaned the rest of it up, and as soon as he had mentioned his name, she had grabbed his hand with both of her little hands nearly squeaking out her name.


For some, strange reason, he could almost say that he had known that her name was something along those lines. Maybe he had heard something about her and how she was so sweet, or innocent. Either way, something in his mind made the name and the face click. “arora. But rather a rory?” Nicolai smiled and shrugged, “if that is what you want.” He kissed the closest hand and then let both of her’s drop from his, “now,” he walked over to his own collection of paints, “if I know anything, it’s a bit of artist block, and I don’t mean this in any way rude, but – I think you have it.” Nicolai turned with brush in hand to the painting and looked it over once more, “I’d love to help you, if you would let me.”

[aurora rose eldrick]

"oh jeez!" she mewled as he finished speaking. nicolai was so charming, and made that blush he was complaining about even hotter. whenever she became flustered, especially from a boy, she began spouting off 'oh jeez!' almost everywhere. but her bashful visage displayed a smile, not frustration. his accent was so thick, it was cute, and his english was a little rocky! it made rory want to just snuggle up to him and teach him proper grammar!

nicolai commented on her concentration and she replied with a giggle. "yeah…i guess i'm a bit oblivious sometimes!" rory said through a large smile. it was true, rory tended to have tunnel vision when she was inspired! it was sweet though, that he didn't find it ditzy and unattractive. he understood. that was what was so great about this school, rory was in a place with a lot of people who understood and could relate to her. of course, there were plenty of people who weren't worth a rats ass and should be avoided, but every institute had people like that.

rory's crystal blue eyes widened as he leaned and kissed the back of her hand after she had introduced herself. she was delightfully surprised, this affection made her feel comfortable, and security was what aurora needed. of course, she could never be too sure if this boy was just charming her for the sense of gracing her off in between the sheets, but rory was far too naive and trusting of everyone to even begin to wonder about that. though she had been hurt before, it was hard to taint her hope in the human race. she always tried to be optimistic and see things from a lighter and jovial side. nicolai dropped her hand and rory pulled it close to interlock it innocently with her other fingers, her hands clasped against her chest. "artist block?" she began, and then threw her hands to her sides. "i am the definition of artist block! i haven't been able to paint for days!" she stressed, approaching closer to him. rory was always so animated when she talked, her expressions and motions could explain the story by themselves.
"i’d love to help you, if you would let me.”
rory's entire expression lit up, and she giggled. "i would love that!"

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Nicolai was starting to think that oh jeez was a catch phrase of sorts for her, and all in all it was quite adorable to see her so frazzled. It was cute, but really just letting the poor little girl continuously shout out things, and blush, seemed to be a bit rude, though everything Nicolai seemed to be doing wasn’t working, oh well he thought, if anything he would just sit and watch her become more and more frazzled by the minute, the little belle seemed to know at least maybe how to control herself, or that’s what he hoped.


“Oblivious does not always mean bad things.” He chuckled, making sure that all the rags he used to clean up the mess were properly disposed of before checking his pants to make sure that he didn’t look like the girl in front of him, seeing as he didn’t want to go out and get more pants because the paint he helped clean up had clung to them like metal to a magnet. “it could just mean that you don’t listen to things that don’t matter to you, or you get lost in your work, which is a very good quality to have, or, at least that is what I see.” Nicolai didn’t always think as he was speaking, he was always smart enough to never say anything that would hurt someone else, but his ramblings sometimes were overly subjective in the times they most needed to be objective.


Rory’s entire face lit up like fireworks as the words about how he would help left his lips. Never was he expecting that much excitement to come from such a little body. In response, he matched her laugh and walked over grabbing one of her brushes, looking at the picture as a whole before making a decision on what he should do. “Well, your light source is here, so everything light wise is coming from the right direction, but, what I see is just really not bland…but just desolate?” taking the brush he pulled a bit of red paint out and gently started working, of course without thinking, and soon, switched colors. Before he knew it, he pretty much had the sail boat done, without the shading. The depth work was nearly perfect, and he could fix it , but he looked back at rory, “see, now you are more…what do you say, drawn in…?”

[aurora rose eldrick]

“well, your light source is here, so everything light wise is coming from the right direction, but, what i see is just really not bland…but just desolate?”
rory zeroed into nicolai's hands as he gently began to lay out the lines of an object. it was farther out in the distance, on the water, so she assumed it was a form of a boat or... something. she couldn't even count how many times she ended up throwing a boat, a pier, people on a beach scene, and such to help her climb out of the terrible ruts she could get herself in. painting a beach scene, though remarkable in anyone else's eyes, became so rudimentary and mundane.

his sail boat was so extraordinary though, rory felt slightly in-superior. though it was gorgeous, it definitely did not look like her style of work, and even if she was a better painter than him she would still compare her self talent to it. "wow!" she exclaimed, still bubbly as even and showing no signs of her insecurity. "you're amazing, are you an art major as well!?" aurora sounded so enthusiastic, her visage bright and innocent as she spoke.

“see, now you are more…what do you say, drawn in…?”
aurora held a small hand up towards her mouth as she giggled madly. nicolai's accent was adorable, and if it ever took a physical manifestation she would just want to cuddle with it. cutesy, rory reached both of her hands to softly grab his dominate hand, and pulled it up towards the sky. nicolai wasn't even fully extending his arm, and she was on her tip toes trying to hold it up. "this is the hand of a god!" she giggled, waving it around a bit. rory didn't mean to be flirty, she was always just... playful.

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notes: Sorry it's so short, I'm dying of writers block xD

[nicolai ivan glazcov]

Rory listened to him silently, and he could feel her eyes on his back and her painting that he was trying to help her with. But, after a few moments it was clear that the styles of the two artists were very much different. Nicolai couldn’t tell if the girl could tell that he never really did landscapes, but how he acted around them, it was easy to see. Mostly because he had to tell himself what was happening and what he needed to do. Usually in his art work, and especially in his dance, he wasn’t as robotic, and clung to the need of speaking the words aloud. But now, he had to fall to the level of incompetency of the newer artist whom had no practice or history in the type of art that he was participating in. But with careful brushstrokes, he made sure that he could at least make it look slightly like the boat that was now in her water was ok looking.


The words of exasperation exited rory and he nearly jumped, forgetting that she was there , “yeah?” Nicolai turned to her and her excited face made him smile. How excited she was, how happy life made her, it nearly excited him, “and no, my passion is for dance, but my minor is art.” The giggle of the girl made him smile, rory was all little girl and it amused him so. With both of her little hands holding his right hand, she pushed it above her head, which was nearly at his height, and this time he laughed speaking in Russian, about what a precious little thing she was, but soon remembered that not lot of people here could clearly speak Russian as he did, “that is a very sweet thing for you to say, but” he gently took his hand from hers and carefully tapped her nose, making sure his brush didn’t make contact with her skin. “ I am awful with landscapes, a big kudos, to you. I’m more of a portrait person.” He turned back to the painting and took a deep breath, “what else could we do to this thing…?”