#opticalartistry

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you:

who the fuck put the peeps in the microwave: This would be Sochi. But only because someone suggested it to him *cough*Allie*cough* and he'd be curious about what happens.

who forgot to put the cat outside before sex: Again, probably Sochi, but it could just as easily be Al. All I can be sure about is that they'd be very surprised (and probably amused) to hear mewling. I can also see Aleister asking Sochi a cheeky, "Was that you?" just to make the whole situation funnier.

who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit: Aleister. But only with Sochi's permission. And only some things. He wouldn't want to share his Kitten's dorky moments with the whole world -- he has to keep some for himself, after all.

who breaks the most phones: Sochi. All breaks are accidental, of course, but he's never been great with technology.

who dies first: I was kind of dreading this one I can see these two living to a ripe old age together, with grandkids (and maybe great-grandkids too), but as for who dies first... either one would be tragic. Maybe Al? I'm not quite sure about this one...

which one I could see as being lactose intollerant: Sochi, definitely. Because it would be too ironic for the chocoholic to be lactose intolerant, let's be real.

who thinks they can do something really well even though they can’t: Definitely Sochi. And Aleister would just watch him with a quiet, "No, love... you can't..." because Sochi would look adorable and innocent whilst attempting. Plus, I think Al has a pretty strong grasp of what he can and can't do, or at least he can assume pretty well.

who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed: Maybe Aleister. And he'd look so disgruntled that Sochi wouldn't be able to help the tiny giggles that escape, because he'd be wrapped up in the covers. Either that, or they both fall off, because they got tangled together and they're trying to unlatch themselves.

[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.

[[Well, Allie isn't exactly a large person, so her hands aren't huge either. She has a handspan (when she stretches her hand out, from thumb tip to the tip of her pinky finger) of 17 cm, mainly because she has long fingers. Her long fingers are due to the fact that she used to play piano, and they've stayed long ever since. It allows her to play piano every once in a while when she feels like it, because then she can still reach the keys.

Her hands very rarely get sweaty, but they're never really dry because she moisturises them and makes sure they stay soft all throughout the day. Because of this, her hands are usually soft to touch. She does, however, use her hands a lot for baking and cooking and such, and she used to play a lot of sports at school -- in particular, netball and football -- and because netball requires the use of her hands a lot to throw and catch the ball, they're pretty tough.

Her nails... well, she tries to keep them short -- as in, no longer than the tip of her finger -- but sometimes she ends up letting them grow longer if she forgets to file or trim them. Her nails are rarely painted, because she cooks, cleans and bakes a lot, and she doesn't really want to get the paint into the food. Plus, she gets bored sitting around whilst she waits for the laint to dry. If she does pain them, they're either red, blue or purple, with a coat of clear glitter paint over the top. She never bites her nails -- not unless she's really bored -- but she does find herself picking them and peeling the nails when they get too long, and this sometimes ends up with her peeling the nail too far down and injuring herself. If she's going to visit family, she will intentionally grow her nails beyond the length of her finger -- this is only to threaten her brother, because they irritate each other and she feels like she needs something to threaten him with if he steps out of line (she was told years back that kicking him where it hurts is unacceptable and she has to find some other way to teach him a lesson).

[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they’re alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

((Obviously Sochi’s most noticeable feature is his green eyes.  They’re lighter, not quite emerald, but almost leaf green.  When you get close there are brown streaks in the iris.  His eyes are rounded and wide but seem smaller when they’re relaxed then when Sochi’s normally talking.  Sochi is an expressive person, so he normally holds his eyes wide, making them seem a bit more open and larger than they actually are. 

His eyelashes are not that long, which he prefers because it doesn’t attract as much attenton to his eyes that already attract attention as they are.  His eyebrows are pretty thick too, shaped because he plucks but they’re not thin by any means and their thickness matches the body hair on the rest of his body.

Sochi’s eyes naturally have a sunken eye affect.  Even though they’re not sunken in, they look dark around them as if he has bags even if he doesn’t.  He has a cream he wears to reduce the effect of this.  When he is tired, it’s worse and he almost looks dead when this happens.

Nightmares Rise: 12. ____ at My Muse’s furneral, My Muse witnessing how they act from the perspective of a ghost.

It had been a long day.  Sochi was tired, and his body was sore all over.  The show was going great, smoothly and without any hiccups along the path, but it was getting close to closing night, and that often made certain anxieties rise.  His mood had been iffy all day and, aside from the 5 hours he spent at the theater trying to play his part well, he didn’t feel much like doing anything at all.

Now that he was home, all he really wanted to do was curl up and fall asleep.  Barely taking the time to remove his jeans, he flopped down onto bed on his stomach, heaving a heavy sigh.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything, Kitten?”  The warm, soothing voice came from above him, a soft and gentle touch weaving through the hair on his head, and prompting out the first relaxed groan he’d been able to manage all day.

“Maybe some ice water?  Thank you, Aleis.  But…really…I just want to sleep…”  His voice slowed, barely audible as in no time at all he drifted to sleep.

Much like many of his other dreams began, Sochi was floating above the clouds in the sky.  It was calm, peaceful, and he couldn’t help but smile at the way the suns rays bounced across the clouds.  Still, something felt a little bit different.  There was a heaviness in the air, a heaviness to his movements, and he could hear it in the air as well.

A funeral dirge drifted up from the ground below and, turning around, he fluttered down past the lowest edge of the clouds and towards the sound of the mournful music.

The simple melody gave Sochi an uneasy feeling, and as his feet hovered just above the firm ground, he swallowed as he saw his name on a sign posted outside alongside the words Memorial Service.  Hesitantly, Sochi walked inside the little chapel, seeing the multiple tearful faces of his friends and family, people who he knew and loved.  Clasping his hand to his chest, he couldn’t feel anything, there was nothing beating underneath.

Moving up the aisle, Sochi wanted to touch the people who were there, he wanted to reach out to them with a smile and a chuckle on his lips, call them silly and show them that he was fine, but any time he reached out his fingers floated right on through.

He was a ghost.  He was a ghost to everyone. 

Aleis.

Turning wildly around in circles, he knew that he absolutely had to see his Aleis, his love.  He knew that until he saw that face he wouldn’t be able to believe it.  Sochi stopped when his eyes saw the fair-blond hair. 

Slowly, carefully, he walked to the front row.  His eyes lit on the stoic face of Pita as he held his Mata who’s face was burried in her husbands shoulder.  Her brown hand was clasped in the pale white hand of the man Sochi was looking for.  Sochi wanted to reach out and comfort his parents, but the red knuckles from how tightly Aleis was gripping his Mata’s hand told him all he needed to know as he stood in front of his man.

The soft, gentle tears falling from his love’s violet eyes were ice cold as he lifted the back of his hand to try and touch Aleis’s cheek.  It was cold.  Ice cold as his eyes.  Sochi didn’t know whether or not it was because his hands were the temperature of death or whether, even though still alive, Aleis seemed to sway that way himself.  Looking into the face of the man he loved, Sochi couldn’t help but choke back a silent sob at the frozen eyes that stared somewhere away from reality, eyes that were regressing back to how they were when they first met--lonely, cold, lifeless.

“No…Aleis, no don’t,”  Despite his lack of ability to touch or even plant his feet firmly on the ground, Sochi reached translucent hands forward to brush the white blond hair, fingers doing nothing to the strands except go right through them.  Cold, dead tears, fell from his own cheeks, head leaning forward to light dozens of kisses on Aleis’s face, kisses that he couldn’t connect no matter how hard he tried, “Don’t go away too, Aleis…you have to stay…you can’t go back there…please, please don’t.  Your heart is so full of love, you have to keep loving, you have to.  I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.  I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you forever…but please, please don’t lose yourself…don’t lose my Aleis…”

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

((Yeah, why not.  Some kind of don’t apply since they’re actually in a romantic relationship, so I’ll try and make it fit!

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: Again, Sochi doesn’t like people stealing his food, so Al wouldn’t, and Sochi’s not going to steal Al’s food either.  Typically Al cooks, and Al is very conscious about making sure Sochi eats.  And Sochi’s very conscious about making sure Al eats well.  If anything, they’d probably put more food on the other’s plate than take away from it…unless they were taking it to feed the other one.

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple:  Well, they ARE a couple.  So if someone were to ask, they’d both move in for the kiss, but they’d also probably be little shits about it and make it a deep, wet one with moans just to make the point.

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: They’re probably in there together.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: They’re dating one another, but both would and do reassure one another within the context of their own relationship.

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: Neither.  Sochi wouldn’t do this in general.  And Al wouldn’t do it to Sochi.  Honestly, Sochi’s so bad at games that I can see Al getting that little soft smile on his face if Sochi got all excited because he actually won for once.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: In a scenario where they’re sleeping in bunk beds (maybe they’re at a cabin chaperoning a dance camp for Sochi’s studio and can’t really be together together), Sochi would call the top just like with anyone else.  I don’t see them staying apart for long.  Al would definitely climb up to cuddle Sochi.  Or Sochi would come down and cuddle Al.  What I do see happening, actually, is Al climbing up to Sochi on the top, and Sochi waking up because he’s a light sleeper but then forgetting Al is up there and accidentally pushing him off when he wakes up because he’s stretching and is a moose.

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Again, Sochi doesn’t like things being thrown at him.  Al has once or twice, but it doesn’t start a fight.  Sochi can dodge pretty easily, and after the first times Al would learn that Sochi doesn’t like it.  Besides, Al would never hit Sochi with anything even a pillow.

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

((Uh…I saw this and I may not have much to say…

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: I think both would be pretty reluctant to do this.  Now, chocolate on the other hand…

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: Neither.  For the same reasons Allie and Sochi wouldn’t.  Also the fact that I highly doubt these two will be together without Sochi in a situation where this could happen.

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: Assuming that Allie is bailing Sochi out of jail, I’m assuming Al is in there with him, so Allie.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: I don’t think either would go to the other for advice about dating.  In general, they both might give one another advice because both can be opinionated.

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: Gonna say the something along the same lines as the  jail one.  Allie would cover Sochi’s eyes, and I can only imagine that Al might retaliate if that were to make Sochi huffy.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: Al would most likely defer to Allie and be a gentleman and let her choose where she wanted.  Unless Sochi was there, then he’d be on the top bunk with Sochi.  I don’t know what kind of situation would bring that into fruition, but sorry Allie. XD

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: If Al was ther when Allie threw a pillow at Sochi, Al would defend his Kitten, so I’m actually going to say Al on this one.

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

((Excuse me, Sheath is not a member of this blog.  And aren’t these supposed to be with Sochi?  I’m a little confused about the rules here, but because it’s for you and Al, I’ll do it.  Happy Anniversary vibes and all that. :P 

First, I’ll do Todd Donnovan, le conductor extraordinaire:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: Provided the fries were kosher and not cooked in oil made from a non-kosher animal, Todd would.  He’s the middle of 5 kids, the only boy, and dinner was a free-for-all unless it was the sabbath meal or a holy day’s meal.  So if you weren’t fast enough, you didn’t get enough.  He’d steal Al’s food in a heartbeat.

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: Al.  Because if Todd did, he’d have to deal with BOTH Sochi AND Susie, and he’s not strong enough for that.

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: Todd.  The only reason this mousy man could even be IN jail would be because of someone else.  And he has an odd talent for picking locks because he did it to sneak into his sister’s rooms to read their diaries, etc.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Gonna say both, but Todd is older, wiser, and more experienced, so I see Todd doing this more often.

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: I feel like Al is too honorable to do this so probably Todd.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: Probably Al because he’s a flute-player and flute-players have god-complexes, but then Todd would leap up their first because he’s the conductor so Al is really just his flute-puppet.

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Uh…neither.

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: Al.  Todd could NEVER say this to Sochi.  He’s known Sochi since Sochi was 12, so Sochi is still a pure and shy little skinny boy taking voice lessons.  Al, however, would definitely say this to Susie, and Susie would play into it, and Todd would just shake his head and leave.

Next would be Sheath (a.k.a. Mason for the timeline-based RP thing), and I’m sticking him under a read-more because of length.