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peaklordshen: by mellicindi (fond)
Sometime when Laertes is in his shared room with Sagramore and Sagramore is not, he will see a flat-pack envelope slide under his door. Inside is an elaborate ink brush drawing of a deerhound-headed knight. He's dressed like Sagramore had been when Shen Yuan had first seen him, tunic and hose, but with slightly more armor--a breastplate and pauldrons, greaves on his shins. He's seated on a stump in a small forest clearing, the trees at his back just implied with shadow, flowers blooming around his feet. His sword is standing in the earth in front of him, both his wrists resting on its crossbar, idle. His ears are perked up, his mouth wide and smiling, tongue curled, as he gazes at something to the right, out out of frame. His fur is curly and a bit scruffy, and his eyes are bright and inquisitive.

There's a second page, this one with a near-exact copy of the same drawing, only in this one the collar Laertes had worn in his portrait is buckled around the deerhound's throat. A little note appended to it reads

I didn't know if this was a shared thing??? Feel free to just get rid of the one you like less! And, like, happy to make edits if you hate both or whatever.

Shen Yuan
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peaklordshen: by mellicindi (cuddling)
After shifting his way through oil pastels, watercolors, house paint, colored pencils, and an endless variety of paint markers, Shen Yuan has finally managed to get the Mansion to produce a decent set of oil paints, and—wonder of wonders—an easel. He's set up in a spacious, well-lit hall, probably for dancing or salons or whatever, where he's arranged a bunch of furniture in various configurations—wooden screens that he's draped cloth1 over for backdrops; armchairs stolen from the lounge, wooden stools and high-backed dining chairs from the kitchens; even a lovely chaise lounge in a deep purple that he wistfully thinks he won't actually use, because it would definitely be for Aleksander, and he doubts he'll be doing that entry in his protagonists of the Mansion series after all. He has one of the stools pulled up next to the easel to hold his paints, and is wearing a wide-necked sweater over a black turtleneck and some loose, worn jeans that already have a few flecks of paint on them from when he was doing his color tests.2 He's pulled his hair back in a practical bun, and he's currently laying down a layer of gesso on his canvas.

1 Look, he has to do something with all of those robes he accidentally conjured in his last post.
2 After days of feeling very lost and confused about how he's not required to LARP anymore, he's pretty much decided that it actually means he can just change who he's LARPing as at will, and the main way to do this is through fashion. Today he is An Artist.


[Primarily for those Shen Yuan has offered to paint, but anyone else is also welcome to come bother him while he works.]
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