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✧ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄃 𝄃 𝄃 @dvarapala sent » Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of Udyati.

✧ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄃 𝄃 𝄃 @dvarapala sent » ❝ i’m a little nervous, but it’s a good nervous. ❞

Speed sketching was rare for Mars; he preferred to take his time to create his art, which gave him the chance to scrutinize the smallest of details before moving on to something new. However, an artist needed to be adaptable. He found some success practicing quick linework from sight, using something in front of him to work on until he got his methods down, so he could freehand at the same speed. Today, he had a model, and he'd settled himself into a corner without anything reflective behind him, so there could be no peaking as the tip of his pencil sprawled along the page.

When she speaks, he glances up from his work again, pauses for a moment to enjoy how the sun kissed her skin. “Nervous? Why would you be nervous?” Could have something to do with the fact that he was capturing the way he saw her, whether he found her cute or not, all captured in pencil. “Is it all the staring that I've been doing while you write? Or do you think I won't do you justice?”

Lips quirk up into a subtle smile before his focused face returns. “Trust me, I'm the nervous one here. What am I to do if you hate this?” Pursing his lips as he begins to rifle through markers, he clicks his tongue when finding the group of colors he wants to capture her skin tone properly, and begins to fill the linework. “Half of me doesn't even wanna show you when it's finished.”

Sigyn's smile is one of surprise, but it is as warm as anything. To think that after all these years, a Midgardian is still deeming her one of their 'favourites' - even if the terminology isn't quite correct.

"And what have I done to deserve such an honour, hm? Certainly not the grand feats of a certain Asgardian we both know."

“The grand scheme of things is rather vague, open to interpretation, really. One can reshape it to their own design, if they possess the vision to do so. But if I’m being honest… you don’t strike me as a wandering soul. Quite the opposite. Appearances can deceive, but aura rarely does.” There’s a softness to her tone, though with Venera, sincerity is always something to question.

“You’re not wrong, however. There are many who drift through this world lacking either devotion or understanding. It’s… unfortunate. There’s something bitter about wasted potential, whether they realize it or not. To think one might have blossomed into something extraordinary, and simply… didn’t.” A faint smile tugs at her lips. “But I’ll spare you the ‘live, love, laugh’ philosophy. You’re observant, I appreciate that.” She hums quietly, her gaze sharpening just slightly as Udyati lingers on her name.

“Thank you. Though I’m not entirely convinced my parents didn’t simply name me after the Soviet space program, Venera program has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it?” A flicker of amusement crosses her expression. “Still, it likely traces back to Veneris ‘of Venus.’ I can’t say I’ve ever set foot there, though. Probably for the best. If those probe images are anything to go by, it’s far from the oasis people once imagined. Funny, isn’t it? To romanticize something so distant, only to discover it’s… inhospitable.” the irony wasn't lost on her though. “And don’t apologize. Knowledge is never something a woman should diminish. It suits you.” Her voice lowers, almost thoughtful now. “Your name, though… it’s beautiful. Udyati. It sounds divine, like a forgotten goddess, or perhaps a forbidden world yet to be charted.”

Then, a tender silence followed by a shift.

“I didn’t seek you out,” she continues, quieter now, but far more deliberate. “I simply… came across something that demanded my attention.” Her eyes linger, more intent than before. “Are you even aware of what you carry? That aura of yours… it’s striking. Like lightning in the middle of a summer storm.”

A beat.

“…What are you?”

Assorted RP starters, villain-ish - @dvarapala

River cants her head as Udyati reads the poem aloud. A fond smile tugs at her lips. She remembers the day that she had first heard it recited by an older man who reminded her of her father. "It's an ancient tale," she begins. Her voice is soft, giving the tale the reverence it deserves. "It tells of two lovers so devoted to one another that the laws of the cosmos bend around them, allowing for their reunion." The poem had originated here. One day, it had been etched into a beautiful water feature, depicting the lovers' story.

"... Do you like...-"