Ezayne shook his hand politely, and intited him to walk in. “Nice to meet you, too. Come on, I don’t bite. If you want to get stated… just follow me.”
He guided him through his apartment, crossing the living room until they arrived to Ezayne’s bedroom. Before the bed was the huge white wall Ezayne wanted to turn into a piece of art. “Meet you canvas. Here’s when you will work.” he turned toward, giving him a serious glance.
“Jack, this might sound random, but… have you ever heard about the legend of the origins of a party called Tanabata?”
Jack followed his host into the room, and was impressed. The wall was indeed huge – it would be the biggest ‘canvas’ he’d ever worked on, but rather than being nervous, he was even more excited. More room to work, more space to create …
Ezayne’s words brought him out of it. “I’m afraid I haven’t. I’ve st-studied a few myths and legends in the past, but I don’t recognize that one.”
“Alright. I can send you a note with the whole story to your Tumblr account, but, to say it shortly… it’s the story of two star-crossed lovers who only can meet once a year. The Tanabata is a party which celebrates their encounter… It’s something which could be seen in the sky, when the stars Vega and Altair meet. But before such encounter, I’m sure the two lovers missed each other. That’s the feeling I want to see, Jack. I want to see them, trying to reach for each others hands…. Along with a few important details I want to see in the characters…”
Ezayne hated to give long explanations, But he knew Jack would need a lot ot time before her started his work.
The blue man nodded quietly as Ezayne told him the legend. It did sound like a good story; very poignant, and definitely a good source of inspiration for an artist. The mention of lovers only being able to meet briefly made him think of the all-too-rare times he’d talked to Katelynn while he was away … and suddenly it clicked.
This is a personal thing. There’s someone he misses, that he’s separated from. Why else would he want the characters personalized?
He didn’t say so out loud, though. He’d only just met the man, and in any case, it was none of his business.
“That sounds like a wonderful subject,” he said, looking at the empty wall. “I’d l-love to see what I can do with it. If you s-send me the full story, and the details you want, I can get started on some sketches. Then you can look those over, and see what you like?”
Jack Maple 