limn /lɪm/ verb: limn; 3rd person present: limns; past tense: limned; past participle: limned; gerund or present participle: limning depict or describe in painting or words.
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Glendale, AZ Thursday February 13th Soraya Legacy Valentine | Binkie
"You okay?" Soraya nodded in response to Cheyenne's question, dipping her paint brush in her choice of colour, "I normally just paint animals and jungles." Soraya could tell this wasn't Cheyenne's type of artiste. She had a whole room dedicated to her artwork and all types of artistic tools and items.
There were a couple canvases which had the Amazon Rainforest and another one she recognised as the tandayapa cloud rainforest in Ecuador. She also had a canvas filled with a herd of Sri Lankan elephants.
"What do you normally paint/draw?" Soraya shrugged, it just wasn't one of those days where she was looking forward to doing too much talking.
She'd woken up at 7am due to her alarm which she'd set because Trenton wasn't home and he worked as her human alarm.
Then she was in a bad mood realising it was her day off so she got dressed and ready to do absolutely nothing, went to dunkin donuts and got herself something to eat and drink around 10.
Before getting a message while pulling up in her driveway, Cheyenne was asking if she wanted to chill and paint. She had nothing better to do so she accepted the offer.
Here they are now painting bowls of fruit.
"I paint everything and anything," Soraya shrugged once again, "bodies, faces, characters mainly just people. I like to explore and range from tad poles to men."
"I got into painting when I was in like 6th grade, I didn't do art in elementary school. I had this art teacher, Mrs Rialto — she made me have a whole new perspective on life and art as whole. She died when I was in 8th grade and I was heartbroken for months. She was like my bestfriend all throughout middle school."
"I wasn't really a friendly person back then people didn't like me and that was absolutely fine because I was super rude." Soraya made no effort to show she was listening but Cheyenne didn't mind. Soraya liked people who listened because she was rarely ever listened to.
But Cheyenne knew with Soraya she was always secretly listening; she liked that.
"How was you in middle school? I can imagine you was quiet and nerdy, paying proper attention to the teacher." Cheyenne laughed, Soraya didn't disagree because that was exactly what she was and also the victim of every bully in her middle school.
Her education years were terrible, she got bullied all till 10th grade where she made her first friend who was also the new girl and despised bullies.
"Ever had friends? At one point?" Soraya stiffly nodded, she didn't even like thinking about her ex-friend, "what were they like? girl or boy? why aren't they around anymore?"
"She was a girl, we fell off, she was poisonous."
but little Soraya adored the chance to have someone who finally liked her
"What would she do to you? Was she a good person?" Soraya flicked the bristles of her paint brush against the canvas softly painting in the yellow banana, "what's your favourite fruit?" Cheyenne asked watching Soraya's canvas more than hers, "mines definitely apricots I don't know why but I just love them so much."
"Lychee."
"I've never tried them, they don't look all too pleasant." Cheyenne grimaced beginning to paint her brown wooden bowl containing all her fruits.
Soraya had just finished painting her first fruit, the banana, she then dipped her paint brush in water and dipped it in the orange before dipping that into a spare yellow to paint her Persimmon.
"You're so smart lol." Cheyenne said it in a jokey way but it was really a fact. Soraya shrugged knowing her hard work payed off.
She'd stress herself day and night, back in the day, in order to be the smartest she could be, exceeding in absolutely everything she could.
"I thought you were smart too."
"I was just the right amount of smart, smart enough for an A- and once I did my SATs all that knowledge speed walked out of the closest window."
Soraya gave a soft hum in response.
"I think I already told you about my whole high school stuff experience, you haven't told me nothing of yours." Cheyenne shrugged.
"It was nothing special." She began drawing the stem of her Persimmon, she'd never ate one before but her food tech teacher had shown it in class years back. She thought of it as an unfamiliar, unique fruit.
"I like watermelon, but sometimes it's too wet and when it's like that it just doesn't taste nice, y'get me?" Soraya nodded understanding her, she was a big fan of fruits, she wasn't hype about watermelons like usual people but she agreed they tasted nice but bad when soggy.
"Do you eat fruit a lot?" Soraya nodded, "I don't like mangoes like at all, is there any fruit you really dislike? I couldn't imagine you disliking fruits much."
"I don't like raisins or grapes, I used to love raisins but after I found out they were just old dried grapes I began disliking them. It was quite off-putting."
"I love raisins, I could down a whole tub of them like right now. Grapes not too much they're too like squishy for me like if you were to bite half of it the juices would squeeze out. I'm not a huge fan of mess. I love dates and prunes they're delicious."
"I like dates they're nice" Cheyenne nodded happy her friend finally made a statement without it being an answer to a question.
"I had this friend once, Padilla, she was obsessed with fruit. We were like super close and then she died by choking on a grape. It was awful." Cheyenne said shaking her head as if recalling the memory was sickening in itself.
Soraya didn't believe her all too much but didn't reply, "what was the name of your friend?"
"Of course she was, there's always a time when the people who do you wrong weren't that way." Soraya finished painting her Persimmon and moved on to her Pomegranate, "the villain isn't always ever the villain."
