Rivals to muses
"How are you this insufferable?"
"You still have time to chicken out, I won't judge." "Ah yes, because judging isn't your job anyway darling. Keep those comments to yourself." Nobody is as competitive as these two, who have been battling in the art world for the title of the better artist for longer than either can even remember. All they know for sure is that if they were given the chance, they'd eliminate the other from the art world completely. No matter what the art medium, the competition or the prize, somehow both of them always competed. This competition was eagerly written about in the tabloids, of whom many had an ongoing column on how long it might take for the two to actually announce their relationship, despite both furiously denying to having any attraction to the other.
For her, it has never even been about winning, it had always been about getting the recognition she deserved. The art world was still too heavy on women, while her work was still the product of years of studying and practicing to get to where they are. However despite this, she often gets overshadowed by his work on the principle of him being a man. This made her very sour towards him, despite the physical attraction she felt towards him. She'd not give in to carnal desires that brought no use to her work.
What would their interactions become once they are commissioned to collaborate on a piece for one of the biggest events in the world: The Olympics. They are commissioned to bring one of the best opening works the world has seen yet. This forced collaboration could bring about both of their downfalls, or start the blooms of a relationship so beautiful it produces art that will take the world by storm. |
Call of the ocean's blue
"I can show you why a siren sings."
What could potentially happen when the prince of a kingdom is sent out by his father to 'learn the rules of the world' and gets picked up by a captain who laid her anchor in his country's capital? She shows him the world his father spoke of, the marvel of the ocean and the peace it can bring. He learns that the world is more than the shining gold of his castle, it is working hard for the day's food, it is spending time by the fire with a beer and a friend's stories. When he falls for her, he falls as hard as a wave crashing to the cliffs, blinded by the façade she brings by day. The love keeps him up at night, where he thinks to hear a beautiful song being sung, by a voice faintly familiar, however distorted it seems. It must be the exhausted mind playing tricks on him.
However when she uncovers the truth behind that mask, the being she is when others are asleep and she floats deep beneath the water's surface, will he still harbor the same love for her, or shall he run the other way the moment they anchor down again?
The captain, being a sailor's daughter, had her sea legs on her by the day she was born. Those feet would bring her to the water every moment she was not watched, to play in the sand and swim to her heart's content. When she came of age, she was allowed to sail along, over time coming to take over the ship and crew from her retiring father and continuing the family's legacy. That same legacy which held the blood of women once thrown overboard, whose legs that had been bound to drown them, fused to a tail, their throats hoarse from the inhaled seawater beginning to sing a luring song.
That blood which had kept the ship, The Siren's Song, miraculously safe in any storm. |
Overthrow what has been lost
"It's only Tuesday, give me a break."
In a world of murderers, thieves and disaster, one nation after the other falling to ruin and overthrown, we meet a group of rebels in nation that had found themselves under the rule of a dictator, whose sole purpose was to put the people's money in his own pockets and conquer the other nations that still kept standing. The rebels that had gone before were murdered as an example not to try any 'funny business', while anyone who didn't fit the mold of perfection was sent off to 'work'. A more polite way of saying they would never be seen again. That is if you get lucky. Often times women of a 'decent' descent and age would be kidnapped and sold off to rich men to use to ensure an heir. The only way the general population would survive was to nod their heads and keep their opinions strictly to themselves.
The rebels we find are trying to overthrow this dictatorship, wanting to make a safe haven in at least this one nation, in a world that honestly had no future left. However they can't give up hope, they won't give up.
And so the protagonists meet each other at the first meeting of two rebel groups fusing. The two groups used to barely get along under the idea of 'we have the same ideals' but never before had they thought of fusing. When the last riots had left both groups in dwindled numbers, the time to work together was nigh.
For her, this meant working with a group of people whose ideals seemed so far-fetched, she couldn't begin to understand them. They just seemed so much more... Laid back, for a rebellion group. Her usual team had been destroyed however, all of her companions having been killed or taken capture, so she had to accept she had been assigned a full team of these newer companions, of whom she just had to hope she could trust... How well would that fare, she wondered? |
Overthrow what has been lost
"It's only Tuesday, give me a break."
In a world of murderers, thieves and disaster, one nation after the other falling to ruin and overthrown, we meet a group of rebels in nation that had found themselves under the rule of a dictator, whose sole purpose was to put the people's money in his own pockets and conquer the other nations that still kept standing. The rebels that had gone before were murdered as an example not to try any 'funny business', while anyone who didn't fit the mold of perfection was sent off to 'work'. A more polite way of saying they would never be seen again. That is if you get lucky. Often times women of a 'decent' descent and age would be kidnapped and sold off to rich men to use to ensure an heir. The only way the general population would survive was to nod their heads and keep their opinions strictly to themselves.
The rebels we find are trying to overthrow this dictatorship, wanting to make a safe haven in at least this one nation, in a world that honestly had no future left. However they can't give up hope, they won't give up.
And so the protagonists meet each other at the first meeting of two rebel groups fusing. The two groups used to barely get along under the idea of 'we have the same ideals' but never before had they thought of fusing. When the last riots had left both groups in dwindled numbers, the time to work together was nigh.
For her, this meant working with a group of people whose ideals seemed so far-fetched, she couldn't begin to understand them. They just seemed so much more... Laid back, for a rebellion group. Her usual team had been destroyed however, all of her companions having been killed or taken capture, so she had to accept she had been assigned a full team of these newer companions, of whom she just had to hope she could trust... How well would that fare, she wondered? |
Call of the ocean's blue
"I can show you why a siren sings."
What could potentially happen when the prince of a kingdom is sent out by his father to 'learn the rules of the world' and gets picked up by a captain who laid her anchor in his country's capital? She shows him the world his father spoke of, the marvel of the ocean and the peace it can bring. He learns that the world is more than the shining gold of his castle, it is working hard for the day's food, it is spending time by the fire with a beer and a friend's stories. When he falls for her, he falls as hard as a wave crashing to the cliffs, blinded by the façade she brings by day. The love keeps him up at night, where he thinks to hear a beautiful song being sung, by a voice faintly familiar, however distorted it seems. It must be the exhausted mind playing tricks on him.
However when she uncovers the truth behind that mask, the being she is when others are asleep and she floats deep beneath the water's surface, will he still harbor the same love for her, or shall he run the other way the moment they anchor down again?
The captain, being a sailor's daughter, had her sea legs on her by the day she was born. Those feet would bring her to the water every moment she was not watched, to play in the sand and swim to her heart's content. When she came of age, she was allowed to sail along, over time coming to take over the ship and crew from her retiring father and continuing the family's legacy. That same legacy which held the blood of women once thrown overboard, whose legs that had been bound to drown them, fused to a tail, their throats hoarse from the inhaled seawater beginning to sing a luring song.
That blood which had kept the ship, The Siren's Song, miraculously safe in any storm. |
Rivals to muses
"How are you this insufferable?"
"You still have time to chicken out, I won't judge." "Ah yes, because judging isn't your job anyway darling. Keep those comments to yourself." Nobody is as competitive as these two, who have been battling in the art world for the title of the better artist for longer than either can even remember. All they know for sure is that if they were given the chance, they'd eliminate the other from the art world completely. No matter what the art medium, the competition or the prize, somehow both of them always competed. This competition was eagerly written about in the tabloids, of whom many had an ongoing column on how long it might take for the two to actually announce their relationship, despite both furiously denying to having any attraction to the other.
For her, it has never even been about winning, it had always been about getting the recognition she deserved. The art world was still too heavy on women, while her work was still the product of years of studying and practicing to get to where they are. However despite this, she often gets overshadowed by his work on the principle of him being a man. This made her very sour towards him, despite the physical attraction she felt towards him. She'd not give in to carnal desires that brought no use to her work.
What would their interactions become once they are commissioned to collaborate on a piece for one of the biggest events in the world: The Olympics. They are commissioned to bring one of the best opening works the world has seen yet. This forced collaboration could bring about both of their downfalls, or start the blooms of a relationship so beautiful it produces art that will take the world by storm. |
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