For certain reasons, I have been unable to divulge what happened. So instead, I have painted it. It is... painful, and brutal, and very dark. But I felt that I needed to expel it in this way, lest it become like a parasite that devours me from within.
[the piece in question is actually not a singular painting--it's a series of paintings, all lined up together from the top of the ceiling down to the floor, in numerous rows, each one no bigger than a sheet of A4 paper. it makes the project look like a massive animation storyboard, if you're familiar. each painting is done with just enough detail to give the viewer a vivid impression of a single moment in time--a hand grasping another, a cropped view of a person's face showing just their smile, a view out of a window--but they're all recognizable, which is impressive considering there's probably over one hundred paintings in this collection.
it's easy to figure out, after glancing at it, that the images all put together tell a story.
it starts with fox painting a portrait of a man recognizable as eichi tenshouin on baritones. the portrait is then brought to baritones.
(the interior of the hellevator)(fox's hand gesturing towards the painting while the real thing stands next to it)(a pair of eyes narrowed into slits)
there's a whole row showing how eichi's expression morphs from pleasant and delighted, to outright devious and sinister. his fingers form strands as thin as a spider's thread, and they connect to fox's limbs. eichi puppeteers fox like he's a marionette, and though fox struggles, he can do nothing to get away.
(a clenched fist)(a fanged grin)(gritted teeth)(a hazy image of someone glancing over their shoulder, expression unreadable)
the background changes: it looks like someone's bedroom. fox's hand outstretches towards eichi, who carries a cane-sword in one hand, but he makes no move to unsheathe it.
(fox's clenched fist, sweating)(another hazy image of someone glancing over their shoulder)
(a silhouette of someone crying out, screaming)
(a bloody handprint)
(blood dripping out of someone's mouth)
(a blood-covered clenched fist)
(a view of someone looking down at themselves and seeing a sword driven through their torso)
from there the narrative becomes less coherent overall, but there's one image that's extremely clear: a view from inside the bedroom, of someone sitting in a corner, pinned to a wall by a sword. the image repeats, one for each day fox spent there, presumably. at this point the rest of the series of paintings are all done in black ink and charcoal only--no color.
(eichi's hand touching his cheek)(eichi's face leaning in, coy and smiling, his tongue forked like a serpent's)(the curve of eichi's jawline to his ear and the pale column of his neck, framed by a few strands of hair)
(an extremely blurry and hazy image of fox's own bound and bloodied hands, through the lens of a pair of eyelids barely open)
(inky black darkness)
the last few images are a cropped image of eichi speaking with someone on the phone, a snarling grin on his features; followed by a portrait of shu looking worried and angry mid-yell, and finally: a sheet of paper with many lines written on it (though it's too blurred to make out what the words are) and a shaky, bloody hand trying to sign it.]
[her hand goes to her mouth, and the color drains out of her face, as she takes in what she's seeing? just. complete, utter shock. A rethinking of a lot of opinions there-- and.]
I know. Acting on my own would be reckless and foolhardy. Not to mention... without you all, I would never have been able to overcome this and paint the truth.
I was able to come this far because of you. Because of the people at my side.
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fullbodied) wrote2020-04-07 08:58 pm
Re: Day 173
For certain reasons, I have been unable to divulge what happened. So instead, I have painted it. It is... painful, and brutal, and very dark. But I felt that I needed to expel it in this way, lest it become like a parasite that devours me from within.
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[she reaches out to grab his hand and lightly squeezes.]
Okay.
/2
Here I go, then.
[and he pulls back the curtain]
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it's easy to figure out, after glancing at it, that the images all put together tell a story.
it starts with fox painting a portrait of a man recognizable as eichi tenshouin on baritones. the portrait is then brought to baritones.
(the interior of the hellevator)(fox's hand gesturing towards the painting while the real thing stands next to it)(a pair of eyes narrowed into slits)
there's a whole row showing how eichi's expression morphs from pleasant and delighted, to outright devious and sinister. his fingers form strands as thin as a spider's thread, and they connect to fox's limbs. eichi puppeteers fox like he's a marionette, and though fox struggles, he can do nothing to get away.
(a clenched fist)(a fanged grin)(gritted teeth)(a hazy image of someone glancing over their shoulder, expression unreadable)
the background changes: it looks like someone's bedroom. fox's hand outstretches towards eichi, who carries a cane-sword in one hand, but he makes no move to unsheathe it.
(fox's clenched fist, sweating)(another hazy image of someone glancing over their shoulder)
(a silhouette of someone crying out, screaming)
(a bloody handprint)
(blood dripping out of someone's mouth)
(a blood-covered clenched fist)
(a view of someone looking down at themselves and seeing a sword driven through their torso)
from there the narrative becomes less coherent overall, but there's one image that's extremely clear: a view from inside the bedroom, of someone sitting in a corner, pinned to a wall by a sword. the image repeats, one for each day fox spent there, presumably. at this point the rest of the series of paintings are all done in black ink and charcoal only--no color.
(eichi's hand touching his cheek)(eichi's face leaning in, coy and smiling, his tongue forked like a serpent's)(the curve of eichi's jawline to his ear and the pale column of his neck, framed by a few strands of hair)
(an extremely blurry and hazy image of fox's own bound and bloodied hands, through the lens of a pair of eyelids barely open)
(inky black darkness)
the last few images are a cropped image of eichi speaking with someone on the phone, a snarling grin on his features; followed by a portrait of shu looking worried and angry mid-yell, and finally: a sheet of paper with many lines written on it (though it's too blurred to make out what the words are) and a shaky, bloody hand trying to sign it.]
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... Is this what happened...?
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Yes. Some of it is still difficult to recall, but this is everything I can remember.
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she looks so stunned and-- immediately moves to hug him]
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... He shouldn't be allowed to get away with this.
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You shouldn't have to do this alone.
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I was able to come this far because of you. Because of the people at my side.
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Then... you have a plan?
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[she reaches out to squeeze his hand.]
Yeah. I know.
But we can think of something.
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Thank you, North.
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