a world of my own ➵ blooming elegance

[lumilys]

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply
necessary to love.”

- Claude Monet

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[lumilys]

name.. alaine o'shea
name meaning.. alaine meaning beautiful in irish, o'shea meaning hawk-like
alias.. birdie [only close friends and her sibling]
gender.. female
orientation.. questioning
height.. 5'5.4" [human height]
horoscope.. aquarius
likes.. watercolor painting, baroque scenery, flowers, festivals, claude monet's work, singing, the guard that patrols her hallway
dislikes.. stuck-up individuals, a bad attitude, sudden loud noises (they mess up her brush strokes), waking up from dreams
short personality.. she's independent and very observant; her emotions usually only impact her when she's in her creative state of
mind. she is very unpredictable when she's with (or without) her art tools, and she tends to make others worry about her often.
she's friendly and calm with everyone in the castle and even the queen respects her talents.
occupation.. palace painter; she paints for royals and nobles

[lumilys]

I shut my eyelids and take a deep breath- the water’s green sheer threatening to swallow me whole. My arms take the form of a sharp point in front of me and I dive. I dive deep into the ripples distinguished by the reflection of the surface and the light around us. Water lilies surround me as I float beneath the water in awe, eyes wide open despite the sting. My eyes trail to below where my feet are and I peer closer only to find a yellow dot, barely visible beneath the layers of darkness. I reach my nose to the surface of the water and hold my breath- I want to reach the yellow dot. It’s glow looms and overtakes the blue and green waters I’m floating in. I reach out my hand and grasp the light anxiously.

Next thing I know, I’m slipping into a new environment. The ball of light becomes further and further away from me as I fall into an explosion of green, blue, and yellow. Again, the water catches me with gentle arms and cradles me softly. As I rock back and forth in the tides, I look up to see a sunrise- more beautiful than even the water itself. I follow the glow back down to look at its reflection in the water and I smile. How pretty. I glance around even more, and to my left, I find a boat. The people onboard are working hard and I greet them with a chirpy hello. They say hello back and continue on with their job. The fog covers the distant ships, and the Le Havre in France stays in the near distance. I try to gaze through the fog, but unfortunately, it stays as impenetrable as it has been this whole time. My eyes catch on the multiple stroke-like brushes beneath and to the side of me. I reach out and grab one of the brush strokes, and the world spins around me.

I find myself laying on a soft surface and once my vision clears up, I stand. I dust off my legs and look at the grass below me. Green and yellow, tinted by the sunlight far above me in the sky. The wind softly blows my hair and the grass whistles as it sways side to side. I can see the trees, lush and green and stand behind the wheatstacks right in front of me. The end of summer is
truly breathtaking. There are hills covering the horizon and trees covering the hills, and covering the trees is the wheatstacks. Small bits of hay lay on the ground, discarded from the pile and now independent. The sky is a light blue, green, yellow, and gray; it’s hard to tell which color it really is, but either way, the sight is wonderful. I steadily walk up to one of the lone piles of hay and
pick it up. Black spots dot the edge of my vision and the world blurs slowly until all I can see is green.

My eyes flash open, and I peer into the mess of colors. I gape in awe, the blurriness clearing up and leading to a beautiful woman and a child staring back at me. The woman holds in her hands a green parasol and is wearing a gorgeous puffy cream white dress. Her eyes display longing, barely visible but surely there. The child sports a cartwheel hat, flowing in the wind that seems to be present. Pale yellow flowers crowd at both the women and child’s feet. The clouds roll over and under each other, flowing peacefully in the sky- and ombre of navy blue gliding into the light cotton blue below it. The contrast is alluring to my eyes, and I savor the sight while I can. I sigh peacefully, sitting down onto the fluffy grass- tranquility seeps into my bones and I relax into the grass, lying down and sinking into the petals strewn around me. My senses dull once more and soon I’m back to my room, gazing at my cracked ceiling.

I heave out a sigh, shaking my head against my pillow and closing my eyes once more. The dreams come every so often, and I can't help but feel special when they do. They make me feel as if I have a world of my own to look forward to; something other than this life I've grown up with. I feel selfish wanting more, but the colors... The colors from the dreams excite me and make me feel happy; something I rarely feel when I'm awake. I feel guilty for wanting to stay in that bright world of color that I can only imagine.

[lumilys]

The light sneaking in through my curtains dims and brightens as my eyes adjust to the tone. Photographs and paintings adorn my walls; the photographs ranging from sceneries of my old home and distant memories to a few recent photos of the royal gardens. A typical morning scene unfolds as I fling on a nice sundress and gather my supplies. I have a request from the Queen occurring in an hour or so, and I would like to warm up my arms in the garden. My toes tingle as they come into contact of the hard floors outside of my room, and I shut my door as quietly as I opened it. The curtains have been opened by my cute hallway guard- who still hasn’t told me their name since I moved in- and sunshine sneaks through the windows. I can hear the birds chirping and pecking around in the grass below; yes, I guess this is quite the typical morning scene.

I yawn, carefully sitting down on the garden bench and opening up my sketchbook. My eyes wander about, searching for inspiration. A small finch loiters around the hydrangea bushes and I smile. Perfect! I draw its wings out and ready to take off, and then follow up with the finch’s beautiful feathers and markings. It looks a bit odd on paper, but I guess that’s what I can expect from my body after just waking up. Nature has its ways, and I’m sure I’ll improve when nature wants me to! After all, the Queen didn’t pick me for my natural talent, she picked me for my attitude and dedication. At least, that’s what she told me.

“Huphh, and up we go,” I stretch my legs, waving goodbye to the finch and entering back into the palace. The guards nod at me and I quietly laugh at their stiffness. I moved in a while ago, and they’re still treating me like this? Oh well, I guess it is their job; I can’t be mad at that!

I walk through the halls, lost in my own thoughts before hearing a meow from behind me. Turning around, I switch my tools into my other arm so that I can pet the Tulip, the royal cat. She purrs and I crouch down, ready to give her all my love. I’ve been obsessed with Tulip the day I came here, and I must say, she’s rather fond of me as well. Despite the mutual fondness, I still have an appointment with the Queen, and I was already late the last time. I try to not make it a habit, but that type of stuff is rather hard for me- my body just seems to hate predictability. I’ll trip at the most random times, be on time when I don’t need to, and be late when I actually need to be on time! It’s a pain, but the Queen never gets mad at me for it. She just says it adds to my character and whereas when I used to hate myself for my unpredictability, I am now rather okay with it. It makes me myself!

The queen has improved my life so much, and she makes it easy to be happy- she loves me and my artwork for the way we are and looks past the paper, so I want to work hard and repay the debt that I owe her for making the world bright once more.

I arrive at the throne room doors after saying goodbye to Tulip, nodding at the guards while imitating their nonchalant facial expression. One of them giggles, but the other just opens the door for me. I’ll warm them up to me eventually, I guess. I walk into the throne room, brightening as I see the Queen. She stands up, walking down the tiny steps. I bow to her, and she bows back.

“Your the one who’s royalty, why are you bowing for me?” I say amused.


“Well, we are friends, correct?” She says, smiling at me. The guards look at us in awe, probably confused by the way we’re casually talking to each other.

“Yes, we are,” I snicker, “but I owe you so much, so I should be the one bowing to you!”

The Queen chuckles, shaking her head in merriment. I beam- I guess you could say that our relationship is a bit unpredictable too. After all, a mere painter such as me, friends with such a courteous and kind girl? Who would’ve thought that after all this time, my first friend other than a bird would be a Queen!

[lumilys]

painting playlist


[instrumental]

두번째 달 (The Second Moon) - 나의 이름 (My Name)

Spirited Away - Inochi No Namae いのちの名前

Sonicbrat - A Matter of Time

Irotori - Sunset Day

in love with a ghost - i thought we were lovers w/ basil


[non-instrumental]

Adele - Lovesong

dodie - she

Seafret - Atlantis

Grace VanderWaal - Beatiful Thing

Thomas Sanders & Dodie Clark - Birds

[lumilys]

i am so sorry that the form was edited after the deadline, my computer crashed and i had to rush
over to another so that i could finish editing the paragraphs and the titles. i am very sorry!