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✱ . . . that hardly narrows it down . ❪ 𖦹 ❫
a mumble under her breath . folding slender arms , the troublemaker contemplates his suggestion . such vague counsel , for one who seems to possess many answers . how terribly inconvenient .
✱ must it be mine ?
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Looking ober the multitude of pieces that hung upon his walls, he gathered what he believed to be the same answer every painter has come to at least once.
"Desire."
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a hesitant gaze lingers on his sun - kissed visage , before wandering to the treasured canvases . as though inspiration had already taken root . wildly the mind beats against it , yet the soul obeys .
✱ assuming I were to agree . . . what should I paint , even ?
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"Come now... I'm sure even the sinners, especially the greediest of them, can appreciate the fine art you would create."
Setting his drink off to the side, Ra walked over to her and leaned in.
"You're in a respite. Use it to your advantage. This is your time to enjoy yourself."
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✱ very well .
few words suffice to acquiesce , while the divine indulges in esoteric discourse and unsolicited display of power . a familiar arrogance , shared by her own creator . this one , at least , grants sincerity without the threat of punishment .
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— And yet it was said with intent. "I seek a different price, but that is for your unknowing. Information that I wield in waiting for your epiphany, if it ever occurs."
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✱ my epiphanies always end in 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱𝘆 .
curiosity bids one porcelain hand forward . yet , etiquette arrests it long before contact ever could . there is beauty in the dreadful unknown . or rather . . . in the prospect of appraising a god .
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