Anna
Cold... Dismal, and dreary... That's all Ametrine could imagine when he looked out from the extended ledge that hung from his studio. At *Least* It wasn't raining... He sighed as the skywing with all the colors of a summertime sunset rubbed his temples with a talon- wings tucked tight against his back. In front of him- not just the quiet, serenity of solitude- but also the stretching forested valley that was painted with reds, yellows, oranges, and browns- that despite the grey weather - seemed to glow with an incredible warmth that betrayed the frigid climate. 

He was here all alone- as he always was- as he wanted to be- and yet, despite the scenery- he felt... Uninspired as he looked at the canvas in front of him, gripping either side with his talons and squinting before blowing a billowing cloud of smoke from his nostrils- his eyes alight as if he was going to light this piece on fire like he had done the previous three attempts at perfectly capturing the scene before him- but instead he took a deep breath- and gently let go... This was his last canvas... He'd be stupid to burn it up like the other, if he did- he'd have to go back into town - getting odd looks from strange dragons, boring dragons- dull dragons... They were as muddled and grotesque as the blanket of grey that stretched above him in the sky- boring... Boring... Boring. All of them- living the same lives they were told to live- but the only difference with him, is he didn't really *Have* A choice in the matter. 

Ametrine took another glance at the forest below- then back to the canvas- that in truth, captured the beauty of the scene perfectly- the only problem was the artist's perspective. He had painted the beautiful shades, tones, and hues of red, orange, yellow, brown- with a soft undertone of fleeting green that faded as chlorophyl drained from the leaves. He had captured the sky- in all of his dreary glory- and even the surrounding mountains with careful consideration for the colors and textu

Res of the stone, it was like he ripped the pallet straight from its source- but still- it felt *Empty* To him... Everything he made felt *Empty*.

Annoyed with the whole thing- he turned away from the canvas coldly and paced into the cave that functioned to a degree like a private home- something paid for not out of his own pockets but by nobility in hopes the vista would expedite his process of preparing a portrait for the queen... In the back of the winding, rounded tunnels was a furnace room- he stepped inside and tossed a few dry branches into the empty pit- spitting fir between his lips with all the wrath he had in excess from his feelings about lonely canvas he had left on the edge of the cave's catwalk. The cave quickly filled with an ethereal warmth that eased the tension in his body - if only for a moment... He couldn't leave his painting out in the cold- what if it rained? The skywing sighed and forced himself back outside to fetch his last canvas- no matter how unpleased he was with it.
James
Oh my beloved all-loving over heaven ruling god...

What a beautiful piece of writing... That vocabulary and description of scenery, act and emotion.

On halfway through the corridors, almost at the balcony a flash of light, bright but rich on shadows as contrast, lighted the room up before it took a bursting and threatening growl after it. Thunder... The worst sign for still drying paintings which were unfortunately left outside, waiting for their fate to come. The first sight of small drops barely hearable on the stone of this hobbit hole delivered a feeling of stress and awareness of doom which the artist will have to suffer soon enough when the drops multiply and multiply. What was left from the flaming sunset which even painted the trees in its warmth were now only darker shadows, slapped by the rain and moved by the sudden wind... If the conditions weren't already bad enough.

Relief... Confusion... Anger? Whatever someone would feel seeing a stranger save your hard work, but also standing on your properties without your knowledge. Dark grey clouds seemed to be blurred away by the pastel reddish colours the curly and thick hair of this dragon seemingly radiated, just as the sunset before. Outstanding where his white scales, an unfinished painting, empty canvas just with blood red/sunset red edges could be a metaphor for that appearance. The curly spike on the tip of the tail being painted just in the same dark red colours as the dragon's claws, claws which were holding the frame of Ametrine's painting. Rain poured down along the strings of hair, making it fall like wet spaghetti over Romeo's face before his head turned towards the Skywing, which he didn't hear coming due to the storm around and over them. To Ametrine's relief the stranger seemed to have admired the painting that much, that he chose to shield it with one of his wings from the rain instead of his pretty hair, now looking sadly unpleasant and destroyed... Just as the painting could've been if not him. Ruby red eyes spread and black pupils thinned as they were surprised by the sudden appearance, fallen into a curious gaze shortly. 

"Sorry- I... I just had to..."

To Ametrine's surprise a nearly poetic, calming tho charming voice spoke. Not aware of the stranger'a name... But soon enough figuring out why he is called *The Romeo*
Anna
Ametrine paused - hesitating with an arm in the air for a moment at the sight of a dragon in *His* Studio- eyes brushed over Romeo's form briefly before producing a harsh snort accompanied by a quick flick of his tail to the right. "I see you let yourself in..." His voice was colder than the winds they blew outside- striking Romeo's ears as sharp as talons. The slender, yet tall form of the artist slinked forward- his eyes held in an unimpressed half-glare as he picked up the painting- which had a fine layer of black soot on the surface from all the smoke that he'd occasionally blast at his artworks in frustration- it was so common it was used to identity whether he had painting or sculpted a particular piece or not- and thus confirmed the value to those that bought or sold his work. 

"I *Suppose* I should be thanking you... But that one's hideous." His voice snapped as he gripped the frame of the canvas - half-looking as if he was going to burn it simply out of spite- but he relinquished, twisting away from Romeo - and gently running his talons along the canyons and valleys created by the uneven surface of the oil painting. Ametrine's head snapped back to the hybrid in his home- his eyes judging him as if he were a museum piece rather than a dragon- then his eyes snapped to the rain pouring outside and with a labored- agitated sigh he spoke. "You're welcomed to stay until the rain passes... But not a moment longer... I'm very busy- I have work to do, and I can't afford to having you getting in the way- or lounging about, taking up space." 

He turned back to the tail of the cave - then back to Romeo. "Come with me." The artist's posture straightened as he walked along the stoney meanders along the corridor, speaking with the most annoyed tone imaginable once they had approached the room where he had lit the fire- the orange flickering light of the flame danced against the hallway... "Your name. What is it? If you're going to fancy yourself an uninvited guest- I sh

Ould at least know how to address you properly." The artist stepped into the room that was filled with heat not indifferent from that the desert sun - in here, Romeo was sure to dry quickly. 

Ametrine placed his painting on an easel and sat behind it- his eyes criticizing every detail with a disgusted expression. He... Clearly wasn't a fan of his own work. "Sit." He pointed harshly across from himself as an idea struck him. Seemed he didn't care for divulging his own name for the time being as he worked to mix pigments and paints together on a pallet - producing different shades and tones as he squinted at Romeo from time to time- seemed he was interested in adding him to the painting. "Why are you out here?" He asked- as he continued to mix paint- keeping his eyes on the pallet opposed to looking Romeo directly in the eyes. "It's not often a dragon comes across this location via coincidence..."
Joseph
A flinch spread over Romeo's forearms as the painting got violently taken out of his hands, looking now even more confused- or more like surprised by how *Stinging* The welcoming was. "My apologies good sir~ I happen to fly by looking for the employment center... Or whatever it's called-" The guest said, pausing in front of the entrance to squeeze the rain out of his hair with his talons... At least being conscious of not wetting someone's home. "...I happen to see a painting being left in the rain and well, couldn't let a fellow artist's masterpiece get ruined, no?~" So he was an artist like Ametrine... Possibly looking for the same job as well? Wet talons clapped behind Ametrine as his guest followed seemingly trusting strangers too easily, or not being a fan of the rain himself. Romeo just managed to clip his large leathery backpack from his waist and place it somewhere where it wouldn't bother anyone, already preparing a fancy introduction but being interrupted by another stinging command. For some reason Ametrine's guest was grinning, even a nearly unheard smirk escaped his snout as he sat down, more or less with his *Chocolate-side* Faced to his host. "As thankful as I am for your offer of keeping me warm and rain-free... You don't seem too pleased with my existence?" Charmingly his words stung back Ametrine, sharp blades hitting against soft fabric with nearly seemed hypnotic the way he spoke. He put his talons together, a sign of unsureness pointing out his so confident seeming appearance. "Romeo, and yours?" He said after a pause in which he observed the movements, the observation of his guest... Painting him? His smile seemed to slightly grow through some strings of red still hanging down from his face.
Anna
Ametrine already got the impression this individual was going to be somewhat obnoxious to talk to- it was *Never* A treat to have guests- even royals and nobles weren't accommodated for their status or prestige with him- no- he treated everyone as equally terrible as he *Felt* All the time. The artist didn't respond to the apology or explanation - feigning indifference entirely- but still listening, the sign of which was only obvious if Romeo paid attention to an ear he had swiveled in his direction. "If you think *That's* A masterpiece... You clearly don't have an eye for art." He tucked the canvas under his arm as he walked- a cloud of smoke pouring from his nostrils as he glared back at Romeo. "You should've left it in the rain..." Ametrine found his grinning and smirking to be particularly agitating - but focused more on subduing how it made him feel just so Romeo wouldn't know he was getting a rise out of him- these types usually enjoyed any reaction they could get- and he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction... Or- he'd at least try not to.

He had no sense of fear or danger - no dragon had any reason to kill him- kidnap him? Maybe- steal from him? Sure- but if he wanted the painting - Ametrine would've happily let him run off with it... Good riddance, he thought. He bellowed out a growl as Romeo posed himself. "Try. Again." He squinted at him and waited for him to assume a more flattering pose- half wanting to instruct him to wipe the insidious looking grin off of his stupid snout. He retorted as made careful brushstrokes upon the canvas - preparing the outcrop of Romeo's silhouette. "I'm not pleased with *Anyone's* Existence while I'm out here. If you couldn't tell- the reason it's *Away* From the other homes- is because I *Don't* Like company I didn't ask for." He grumbled something under his breath. "Ametrine." He answered in a cold snap - never drawing his eyes from the canvas as if intentionally trying to offend and disrespect his guest that was pla

Ying the part of the model. The artist couldn't bring himself to hiss at Romeo's smile- simply letting out an agitated sigh. "Don't flatter yourself- you were *Convenient*... That's *All*. I don't care for flying in the rain anyways. When I'm done- I'll pay you your dues- and point you in the right direction. Until then, I suppose I'm stuck with you..." He looked up at Romeo and growled- barely audibly mumbling something under his breath. "And your stupid smile." 

It wasn't that Ametrine hated poor Romeo- this was simply how he treated every single dragon - always - he hated the idea of getting close- or attached to another individual. His experiences in that way were always bad- ending in manipulation that continued to ruin his life because he was forced into believing he simply *Couldn't* Do anything else. His parents- terrible- suitors- they wanted the money he made to buy stupid gems, jewels and gold- or even worse, patronized him like an art piece because of his colors... If he was mean- the possibility of being hurt on the inside was negligible- so he conditioned himself the most bitter personality he could conjure- and it turned into who he was over time.
Joseph
"Riddle me this~..." Romeo nearly sung that phrase towards Ametrine as he observed his glare and preparation of finding exactly what this terrible perfectionist wanted. "...I didn't leave your artwork in the rain because it was to my liking... And so did you. I can clearly see you found interest in my aesthetic~ I'm flattered, but I could just say the same about you having no eye for motives~" Ametrine's model clearly was no regular non intellectual, in fact- his argument was unfortunately well formed. As Romeo got commanded to pose again an actual chuckle escaped his snout, his pearl white teeth making his laugh even clearer and seemingly more amused. "Oh You're making me blush *You artist*~ but how could I ever please such a perfectionist you are?" He hummed some kind of melody as he stood on his hint legs, curling his body together with its tail into a stunned rotation while lifting both his front talons separately on different heights, simulating an off-guard caught dragon being painted... Or one which just turned to face the observer. His humming stopped for a short while though as he thought about what Ametrine explained to him... Before grinning again and his ruby eyes searching for his again. "Oh my-...What a poor thing you are~ isolating yourself that much? I honestly can't find myself in your ideology... If I don't get to talk with someone during a day I'd be very devastated... And probably also search perfection in things instead of other dragons..." Romeo stated, which kinda would sting as he referred to finding perfection in Ametrine's hobby instead of other dragons. At once it felt like Ametrine said too much to his guest and he might've figured out the overal idea of being that isolated. Wide white wings would spread from his back, revealing their skin beneath the upper layer, which was just like his eyes and hair in a reddish flow between tones... Here and there some white scales, which were imperfect, but somewhat outstanding from a constant red.

Obviously Romeo was a talking issue. He's probably be a great model if he wouldn't be distracting the artist that often with his personal questions and theories towards his host. "Taking a stranger in, weirdly staring him up and down and then suddenly switching from landscape motives to drawing that stranger-... But anyways, let's stick to the *Stranger stuff*" Romeo titled his head a bit, his ruby eyes continuously glaring at Ametrine's facial expressions, still testing if he hit a nerve in a good or a bad way~. A sudden this of his tail slapping against the floor nearly made one pencil swing go terribly wrong as Romeo had to deliver an idea very, if not too enthusiastically. "Ametrine Ametrine~...This name could be the name of a song haha~ So Ametrine~ you're giving me a roof over the head... And according to the weather conditions my leave might wait a day. I mean, if we're already stuck together why not forget about the business crap... I would gladly sing you my songs, your so *Professional opinion* Would mean a lot to me~"
Anna
The way Romeo's voice rose and fell was too sweet to Ametrine's ears that folded forwarded as if to silence the irritating sound of his voice. He shot a look at Romeo when he mentioned how Ametrine must've liked his aesthetic. He begrudgingly relinquished an ounce or so. "It's not half as gaudy as my usual clientele... I don't have an opinion on your appearance- I could care less." He snorted again- a puff of smoke jetting out as he continued to play the part he had melted into years ago. He seemed to ignore the second half of his sentence- either having nothing to properly retort, or in an effort to seem disinterested entirely. The sunset-colored dragon scoffed as a smirk washed over his face for the first time- providing relief from his typical scowl- if only for a moment. "You could start by closing your snout- yes, that'd be the perfect first step in *Pleasing* Me." He had a nice chortle, seemingly pleased with his own response. 

Despite his griping, he gave Romeo an approving nod as he fixed himself in a more proper position fitting of a model. Ametrine kept his eyes on the canvas as Romeo spoke- a stroke here, a streak there- he imposed Rome's visage upon the fall mountaintop background, briefly scowling when Romeo prodded too close to his personal life and feelings. "I *Just* Like being alone..." He glared at the painting as he continued his careful work. "Then maybe *You* Could do with a little isolation yourself." He growled harshly... He didn't like other dragons feeling pity for him, it agitated him- making his ears flick wildly the angrier he got- an obnoxious sign he couldn't hide. "Mind your business- or I'll make you sit out in the rain instead... The pursuit of finding perfection in others is a pointless endeavor- shrouded in psychology, philosophy- and self-satisfaction. I want none of it. That's that." He said- almost more reassuringly to himself than to Romeo. 

The artist hissed at his muse- "It is my *Job* To do such things. It is *Not *For the

Satisfaction of eyeing you." He grew closer and closer to preferring the idea of making him leave while it was still raining... Hearing his name drew his attention as he re-wetted a brush with paint. "So, a musician... Hm, explains why you never shut up." He chuckled at his own comment for a moment- but ensured it was fleeting as if to hide the sense of subtle satisfaction socializing gave him despite his words and demeanor suggesting otherwise... He wanted to tell him *No* - something like 'Don't bother me with such *Noise* While I'm working', but something in him was curious- he could play it off as simply wanting a topic change... Yes, that's it. "I *Trust* The weather should clear before nightfall... But, please go on... Anything to keep you out of picking my brain." He waved a disinterested talon as if instructing him to begin.
James
Live, laugh, love Ametrine

Since Ametrine told him to sing- should I write the lyrics of "This Is The Life" From Amy Macdonald into the roleplay?