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[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell

"I work on my hair when I can. My cousin went through a phase of trying to do hair-dressing as an art style. It was...strange. "

Phillip wasn't much for using the Holonet for appearance tips. He mostly went with what he looked good, which fortunately for him wasn't that bad. Casual smart was his preferred method of outfit if he was honest to himself. Though he turned his attention back towards the water, after making his smile comment...letting out a small chuckle at Persephone's comment.

"Heh, no. I barely tell anyone their smile looks nice. People rarely smile around me."

Was that a him issue? Was he the reason people wouldn't smile? No. No. He couldn't be that stupid. For now, Phillip just made small little drawings in the sand, trailing his finger through it. Small mountains, a sun, a building. Just letting his thoughts wander

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Why doesn't anyone smile around you? Are you an ass? Or are you the serious, no-fun type?" Persephone paused, thinking of a third option. "Or are you one of those that when a girl smiles at you, you basically think she's proposing marriage?"

In her mind, there weren't many explanations for this. Maybe it was the Jedi too though. Persephone wasn't sure if they had some kind of schoolhouse or...what did they called them? Ruins...no Temple to meet up in. Seemed entering one those may be a serious affair and no one would be allowed to talk loud, let alone smile or look as if they were having a good time.

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[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell

"I don't think I'm an ass...and I know how to have fun!...I think?"

He didn't entertain the third option either. The idea of marriage wasn't something that ever entertained his mind if he was honest to himself as he kept his attention on the sand.

"I just don't really talk to people much. I always screw up when I open my mouth. I say the wrong thing, or people think I'm saying the wrong thing."

It didn't help that he struggled to make friends. Most people in the Order already knew each other, and so he wasn't sure how to try and make friends with them. For now, Phillip just shook his head, stepping away from the water to walk back over towards Persephone.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"I see."

Persephone paused, watching Phillip Slate return back in her direction. He did seemed one of those painfully shy types. Perhaps he had been sheltered as well during his youth. It was possible. The fellow teenager did mention Moenia and the artist community there. She could see how it could be insular and isolating.

Add in the fact some artists were just incredibly weird for no reason, she may not want to talk to many people in his shoes either. Yet she wasn't going to pry. That wasn't going to do anything for anyone.

"Come on, we can loop around to the vineyards. It has an interesting view. Really, there's not a bad view on this Estate. Even in the forest the vistas are pretty amazing."

 

[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell

"Huh. Vineyards. Another reason for me to never let my parents come here. My mother would be all over it."

Phillip sighed to himself at that thought, shaking his head afterwards. He was completely content with walking some more, folding his arms along his front as he adjusted his jumper ever so slightly. Brushing out some of the excess sand from his trouser legs from being stood in the waves. He didn't mind them being wet, but sand wasn't exactly something he wanted to trail around the place.

"You're right about there not being a bad view though...I could spend a year here, and always find something new to draw. I just still haven't found the perfect view though. I just hope its somewhere out in the galaxy."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Why? Your mother would drain our wine stock? I think its an adult thing. I've had wine before....in my opinion its very hit and miss. Champagne can be interesting, I've had that once before too. I'm not quite sure I see the entire appeal but I'm just getting to the age where its less frowned upon to at least have a little try."

They began the loop 'up' the hill, away from the homes and the forest on the other edge of the Estate. It still would follow the coastline in the way, another guest house spotted in the distance. It was still going to be a large hike.

"There's no such thing as the perfect view. Mainly because the perfect view is subjective. Your perfect view is no where near the perfect view I would have in mind. Maybe if you travel enough you'll find what you're looking for. Only you will know."

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[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell

"She's always been a wine freak. Has to have the best vintages, the best flavours. It's weird to me. It's probably just a me thing though."

As they started to walk up the hill, Phillip just stretched his arms out a little bit before rubbing his shoulders. This would be a nice place to go for a hike sometimes if he was honest to himself. Away from home but also pleasantly peaceful as he nodded along to Persephone's points.

"Oh. I know. I still haven't found my perfect view in my eyes. I've seen plenty of beautiful things, but in my opinion, perfection isn't just the good. It's also the bad. To be perfect, you need an equal amount of both. If it's too bad, people won't want to look, but if it's too good...It's hard to believe it's real."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Persephone could only shrug about the wine. Her parents were similar. Not quite obsessed but they did build the Estate to ensure a vineyard could be started. Often there was wine at dinner or when they went out to a restaurant. Perhaps it was just something she cared about much less than Phillip. Or she viewed it as more normal.

"I wouldn't want to find the perfect view. Seems like once I find it...then what? What would be the point after that? Journey is half the fun with something like that in my opinion. Unless you're eager for the journey to end. "

Being in Jedi training, Persephone wondered how dedicated to art Phillip Slate really was. Not that she was one to judge. More a curiosity as she didn't think the two quite matched up. She had met a few Jedi scholars during field trips to ruins but that wasn't quite the same as creating something with beauty.

"If someone doesn't believe it real all the better. Means they can't spoil a perfect place."

 

[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell

"You'd need to find a new point. Life is meant to be filled with different goals. And once you achieve one, you move onto the next. A journey does have to end at some point...but there's nothing wrong with taking a rest every now and then during it."

He shrugged his shoulders at that. It was good to have a goal in life, but that was exactly it. A goal. You were meant to reach it. You always had to have something to look to past that goal, and then something past that. It would help you to keep moving. At least that was how he saw it. He finds the perfect view and manages to paint it? Then he moves onto the perfect piece of poetry, or the perfect sculpture.

"They might not be able to spoil a perfect place, that's true...but it also depends on your definition of perfection. I believe perfection should be shown to others. To see their views on it. The perfect sight to me would be different to you. Different to my parents...Am I talking too much? Sorry. I...don't often find people I can talk about this stuff with."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"No, you aren't talking too much. I fundamentally disagree, but you aren't talking too much." Persephone paused, focused on climbing up the hill a bit more. They were getting close to cresting the ridge and seeing rows and rows of neat vines. "People just ruin everything. They can't be trusted. Even the ones who should have your back. You have to keep whats special to you close, otherwise it just gets ruined."

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"Like this....see its a nice view. Its quiet. The vista is something...yet if it was more than a handful of us up here? It would be ruined. Too many people crowding in. There's something nice about having a memory or a picture or something all to yourself. Something that can't be alienated or picked apart by others. It ruins the magic."

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[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell

And Phillip thought he had a problem with people. He raised an eyebrow as they climbed the hill, walking backwards for a moment to turn his attention over towards Persie. There was some kind of issue going on with Persie. A trust issue. Even Phillip could tell that. And there was a part of him that wanted to pry...but he knew not to. It was something he could find out in the future. Not now.

"Art should be shared. If not with the masses, then at least with the people important to you. A view like this is amazing. But I wouldn't want to invite my parents here. They'd ruin. Argue over what would be the better medium to capture it. Photography? Painting it? And as much as I think it's a beautiful sight...This is one I'd want to just remember."

With that, he turned his attention from Persie. Taking a moment to actually look at the view instead. Did that mean he had been talking about Persie for the view? Or maybe he already knew how the vista would look like. He just stared out at the view, folding his arms along his front as he smiled to himself.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Sure, art should be shared with the masses. Other things? Not at all. As I said, people can easily ruin things that are far too special."

Shoulders shrugged, dropping the subject. This was truly an 'eye of the beholder' type situation where both sides could technically be correct. Persephone could see where Phillip would be correct in his argument. Maybe he saw her point as well. Instead she crossed her arms and quietly stood on the path, looking the view. It was one she saw often so being quiet and letting Phillip absorb the surroundings.

She looked at the teenager, curious. Persephone wasn't sure if she could considering him a possible friend yet. She didn't have a good track record of picking out her own friends. Her parents had carefully selected her current friend group, citing the fact she needed a certain caliber from certain wealthy and political families.

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[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell

He was a firm believer that nearly everything was art, so that meant everything should be able to be shared to the masses but it was clear that Persephone didn't necessarily agree with him. Which was fine. People could have differing opinions, and he wasn't going to think differnetly of someone just because of that. He just stared out at the view in silence, furrowing his brows in thought

It was a great view, and it honestly had made this trip worth it even more. Phillip just crouched himself down, resting his elbows against his knees as he stared out at the vista, dozens of thoughts rushing through his minds. Thoughts of colours to use to paint the sight, specific brushes to use...before he shook his head, sighing to himself as the lad let himself fall flat on his back to stare at the sky.

"People can ruin a lot. I agree. We overthink too much. I want to just...enjoy this view but my head won't let me."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Watching Phillip, she didn't know what to tell him. He seemed, from her very limited observations, to be an anxious overthinker. Happened to the best of them. Yet to over think so much as not to enjoy the view? Perhaps he should break out some of that Jedi meditation they were always spouting on about.

"I can cut your head off if you'd like. We can go down to the workshop. Should be a fairly simple process on my end."

Dark humor. She didn't deploy it often but it seemed appropriate in this situation.

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[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell

A small snort escaped his mouth at the joke. Dark humour wasn't entirely his thing. Mostly since Phillip was always concerned about accidentally offending someone, but he had to admit to himself it was a funny statement in his mind.

"Well. That would take a load off my shoulders."

He let out a soft sigh at that, watching the sky float past slowly but surely. Letting silence fill their surroundings once again. It was hard for him to explain, but Phillip felt normal. He had no huge responsibilities on his shoulders right now. He didn't have to be a Jedi, he didn't have to be a great son. Phillip could just be...Phillip. The lad who liked beautiful views, who thought to himself too much and who just wanted to relax.

"Not sure how my family would feel about that though. Maybe they'll just turn my head into a vase."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Ha."

One of those dry, humorless expressions of amusement. Persephone truly was amused. A lame joke but it was also very fitting for the situation they were in with the dark humor. Persephone didn't indulge in it often, although she was often sarcastic, it just wasn't her style. Maybe it was that of Phillip Slate though. He seemed to have multiple issues with his parents. Persephone was trying to figure out if the problems were real or imaginary. Or something entirely else meant to be interpreted.

She wouldn't know unless she met Phillip's parents. That was not high on her to-do list so it would remain a mystery and frankly, she could use a mystery every so often in her life.

"Cereal bowl. Who uses a vase on the regular?" Okay, she sometimes did but that was besides the point. "I'm sure they would miss you."

 

[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell

"Nah. A cereal bowl wouldn't work. Most of my family skips out on breakfast so I wouldn't get appreciated."

Phillip couldn't help but grin. Dark humour wasn't necessarily his thing, but he mostly went with the flow when it came to jokes. He'd let himself blend in with the atmosphere and go with whatever jokes were being made. For now, he just drummed his fingers along his stomach as he stared up at the sky.

"But to answer your question, a bunch of art snobs would use a vase on the regular, or anything ceramic really."

He never really liked the idea of using ceramic for things. It was too easy to break or shatter. Sure, it was easy to break paintings as well, but they were designed to be fragile. Why would you make some kind of sculpture out of a brittle and fragile material? For now, he sighed to himself, letting the grin slowly fade from his face.

"You want to have a rant anything whilst we're out here? No-one else is here to listen. Just me and the wind."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Well, at least you'd continue to be useful."

Not wanting to sit on the ground and getting tired of standing, Persephone moved to lean against one of the poles that anchored lines for the grape vines. It was sturdy enough for her to put her entire weight on it as Phillip took in the view, meditated, or just continued on his line of dark humor. Eyebrow raised at his invite to vent. Given she just met him, it seemed odd.

Phillip had mentioned knowing Makai, meeting him at an auction. It raised alarm bells that perhaps he had been sent to 'spy' on her in a way. To gain insider information.

"No thank you." She paused, not wanting to be rude. "You can continue if you like."

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