i fight for every life

[scholiast]

who: lucretia + you
what: catch all!
when: end of year & january
where: all sorts
warnings: n/a, will add if any apply

prompts to be added! feel free to ask me for a starter if you'd like to thread something! blisters

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[winscenario]

[ And immediately Jim pulls off his best smile, although to be fair, it doesn't take a lot of effort for him to look good on a picture, and he damn well knows it. ]

Oh, I like drawing. Can't say I've ever actually painted anything, though. [ He gestures around them. ] So— which idea should we go with first?

[ A word, an idea, even a quote or a song. Anything would do. ]

[scholiast]

(Aw! Lucretia beams in return, and then abruptly remembers there's no way to check what the photo looks like until she learns how to develop film. She frowns, rubbing her thumb over the back of the camera where a display would have been if it were digital.)

I love painting, (she says idly, looking up automatically for inspiration,) it's very comforting when it isn't deeply frustrating– uh, how about...

(Quotes would be nice, but she has nothing to hand to pull from. There's her journal... but that feels a little embarrassing.) Maybe a word? You could pick one for me, and I'll pick one for you.

[winscenario]

[ That's one thing that takes a bit of getting used to, but from what little he knows about her, Jim has a feeling she'll find the same kind of thrill as he does when he develops a film and finally gets to see the pictures he took, and how they came out. Patience is a learned trait in this instance, though.

Jim nods, already starting to think of a word for her. ]

Alright. What's mine, then?

[scholiast]

(Noooo Jim, don't make her go first. Lucretia hums, tapping her fingers on the sides of her camera.)

Okay. Your word is... telluric.

(Sure it's kinda generic, but she likes to think there's room to interpret it poetically. Or literally, whichever he'd like to choose.) Mine?

[winscenario]

[ Jim hums and nods, sounding almost impressed. ]

Oh, I like that. Very... sophisticated.

[ Generic too, but he'll manage. He gives his own choice some thought, before deciding on a word for her. ] Threshold.

[scholiast]

Threshold, (she echoes, smiling minutely. Yeah. She likes it.)

That's a good one. Should we set maybe a week to take our various shots?

[winscenario]

Great. A week it is, then. We'll get together and develop the films, see what we came up with.

[ For good measure, he hands her two extra films, so she can use them throughout the week. He doubts one will be enough, once she starts to get the hang of it. ]

On the house. [ He shrugs. ] Anyway, wanna go for a walk and snap a few?

[scholiast]

(She takes the film gratefully, surprised by his generosity.)

Thank you, Jim.

(Hopefully she can produce something from all this that won't make him regret giving it all to her!) Sounds good. I'd better get in some practice now if I'm going to beat you at this photo taking thing.

(wink!)