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A Touch of Home | Martzia and Lily

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Even though Lily was older, she really didn’t act like it. It was rather cute really. Watching the other’s attempt to pain with a small amused smile, Martzia placed one hand on her hip. “Well.. That’s one way to do it I suppose.” She chuckled, taking the brush from the female’s hand and doing as she did before - dipping it in the paint and ridding it of the extra that clung to the bristles. “Here, let me help you.” Wrapping Lily’s hand around the handle of the brush, she grasped her hand with her own - gently guiding it up and down against the wall. “See?” 

"I’s really quite easy once you get the hang of it. There is a reason for doing this, you understand.. I’m sure you’ve noticed you need to learn how to be patient and persevere." There was so much that could be taught using much harder methods, though this just seemed a lot more fitting since it was a lot more fun, in her opinion.  

That maturity still remains somewhere inside, it’s just her unstable state that makes it seem otherwise. “I’m no good at this.” She shook her head in surrender, raising both hands, about to drop it until noticing that she would make a worse mess. The two friends she had sure have the different ways of teaching, so much more ironic that she’s older than the both of them. Cerys would get frustrated and hit her with a pillow or something, while Martzia remains collected. It would be interesting to see if she can remain that way.

It was little progress, but it’s progress nonetheless. The vampire tried her best to mimic the way she was guided to, succeeding momentarily. Her grip on the brush spazzed out and she frowned in annoyance, just wanting to swish the tool away and leave the wall with slashes of colour. “This is hard, Martzia. Annoying..”

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A Touch of Home | Martzia and Lily

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Not to fail, but to learn a greater sense of patience. It’s to sort of teach her how to cope without Cerys when it was needed. All three things had their own way of making her more able to cope, or at least she had hoped so. Martzia indeed looked a sight in overalls, but she thought she had to look the part for this - really it was just an excuse to dress up like a painter and get all messy. 

Well.. You pick up a brush, dip it in paint and wipe it against the wall with even strokes.” Doing as she had told, Martzia picked a brush and dipped it into a bucket of paint, gently wiping the edges of it against the rim of the bucket to rid the bristles of any excess paint that could go clumpy. “Like this,” she smiled, stroking the paint against the wall. “…keep it going in the same direction so it doesn’t look messy. I find it quite calming, really.” 

It may end up being a good distraction, though her mind already wandered with some other thoughts. Something along the lines of still not being able to strut and whatnot even though Cerys is away. Can’t afford to upset or discomfort Martzia the same way the lycan loves to, even if it’s not as vulgar and upfront. She was still so blissfully unaware of how childlike she is next to her mature carer, but she did consider her.. well, existence, more than before, with them bonding more and all.

"Like.. this.." Lily took a brush and dipped it in a little too quickly, making a splashing the paint onto her hands. To make matters worse, her attempt of copying the technique of the other vampire was going rather abysmal. The blonde got frustrated and it’s not even hit two minutes yet, deciding to make a smiley face on the wall. Hmm.. Still looks alot better than the one on Cerys’ letter.

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A Touch of Home | Martzia and Lily

moonlightismygreatestally:

With the blonde and fragile vampire being placed under her care, Martzia was trying her damnedest to keep the female occupied so she didn’t slip into another bad bout of depression. On today’s menu, was decoration - of such. Perhaps this was a time to interact with Lily in the way of teaching her how to paint. It was one of the brunette’ hobbies after all, and it was calming above all things. Perhaps Lily would enjoy such a steady thing? It’s either that, chess or archery. 

"Lily dear," the vampire called, clutching a brush and paints in hand. "…going to come and help, then?" She quizzed, sure that she would show her face and join in. They had both decided it after all. "You know, I think Eezo would look good in a painters jacket.." What a sight that would be. “Complete with the hat too.” 

Art, strategy and accuracy? Martzia must be setting the vampire up to fail at just about everything she’s terrible at. She has tried these things in the past, six hundred years is a long time to not explore other possibilities of entertaining herself, and she just ends up getting too frustrated. Similarly to Cerys’ own when teaching her about using technology. This ought to be fun.. If she hasn’t pulled her hair out of her head by the end of it.

"How am I supposed to help?" Queried the blonde with her arms reared back, as if allergic to the paint and the tool. She did have to join in, it was too late to go back and think of something else. "I don’t think Eezo will fit in one. He prefers being bare." Like I do. "The hat may look cute on him, though." Well, what can she say? Lilynette and her liger had similar preferences.

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She Left You a Letter | Lily and Martzia

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Though Martzia is good with advice and such, she wasn’t exactly a comforting person. She’d much rather spend her time giving tough love than having to cuddle. Though perhaps that was because she had been without someone to be close to for such a long time. However, Lily was a friend. Tough love didn’t seem so suited at such a time as this. Cerys indeed was in a state, though despairing by locking herself up wasn’t quite her style. She was more of the silent sufferer, roaming the streets with blank thoughts and little intention to do anything. 

"Then we shall have to find you something that isn’t bad, and that you should enjoy. I suggest-" She cut herself off, knowing that chess playing wouldn’t exactly be her kind of thing. With a small exhale, Martzia lifted the female she held, aiming to lay her down on the sofa so she was more comfortable in her slumber. "We will work on your potential new hobbies when you wake." 

Don’t cut her out yet, she is quite old fashioned with alot of things. One would think a six hundred plus year old vampire would be integrated to society’s changes, or at least, those that make life interesting. But no, apparently, it’s just clothes and musical instruments. As for everything else, she just knew what it’s called, not what it does. A fact that her adored love learned first hand, certainly in much frustration. Martzia’s help won’t go unforgotten, and nor will the vampire just revert to her introvert ways. The woman has showed that she’s someone the blackheart could trust, as limited as that may be.

Little movement was made as she was carried and then settled on the sofa, locking her hands together before placing them over her chest. An instinctive mannerism that Cerys and alot of others still find unnerving. “Y-Yeah..” The letter remained beneath her hands, pressed close to herself as she allowed Martzia’s mothering to guide her into sleep. 

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She Left You a Letter | Lily and Martzia

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"Yes, dear. She is coming back. Just you wait, she’ll be here before you know it." The vampire reassured, smile still staying strong on her lips. Seems she was easing up to the idea of having to care for the depressed other. No doubt she would have to be watching her all hours though, just to be totally sure that she wasn’t about to do something stupid. "She really didn’t want to leave. There was just things she needed to do back home, and of course she had to keep you safe. We’re all wanted women here." So much for cheering her up. 

As childishly requested, Martzia wrapped her arms around the female’s shoulders - holding her tightly and to her chest. She gently rocked from side to side, as if she was actually comforting a child. “You should rest. Perhaps we can do something you’ll consider fun tomorrow..” A suggestion that would likely be turned down. 

But she was also gone before I knew it.. The vampire shuddered at the thought, though immediately comforted by the embrace of Martzia. She never did expect that the brunette would be the one comforting her in a time of need, let alone a friend. Mewling, she clung like a child to a mother, temporarily ceasing her crying. Cerys was the only one who could keep that away for longer, and she could only hope that the wolf wasn’t despairing as bad as she is. Not that anyone can compete with the emotional blackheart.

"I do bad things for fun. I don’t think that’s a good idea." Chuckled Lilynette, her eyes fluttering shut as she was slowly being drifted to slumber and her mind stopped racing. The other vampire was better suited to choosing what to do for fun, especially since the blonde isn’t in the right mind alot more than usual. 

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She Left You a Letter | Lily and Martzia

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Water is sweet but blood is thicker. Thought the brunette, brows furrowing. Martzia was capable of emotion, though she was one of those people that always appeared to be strong and that nothing fazes them. All troubles are kept inside - the complete contrast it seems to how Lily was. Yes, she wasn’t herself but even so, she seemed a lot more willing to show emotion when it comes to the subject of love. In a way, it was admirable. Lily was able to let everything out and eventually make herself better, granted it’s with the help of others. 

You’re not as weak as you think. Letting another smile creep along her thin lips, Martzia joined the blonde once more, shuffling to her front and holding out the letter. “You should keep this. Think of it as.. A road to discovery, even though it is only a letter.” Settling one hand on the female’s shoulder, she gave a short nod of the head - as if wanting to say something but not being able to find the right words. She was good with advice, but if it would help of hinder the situation she wasn’t sure. 

Her hand snapped forward, swiping the letter as soon as it was offered, holding it close to her chest. “She’ll.. She’ll be back, won’t she?” Stubborn as usual, she couldn’t believe anything, even promises. People had promised her these things in the past and had never returned to her, not even something to give closure to the relationships. She wanted to trust the message in this letter, she really did. But she couldn’t trust anyone, not until she can be certain no one will die on her, or leave her again; Though this meant not that she won’t hope for the best.

"Cerys.. Promised." Her shoulders shook as she forced herself to smile, looking up her fellow vampire. When in distress, it really does bring out the innocent, almost child-like mentality that she has. "Hug." Lilynette muttered, keeping the message close to her chest still. Her happiness may not last, but it still comforted her for the moment, and it was all thanks to Martzia.

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