The day started early, as he had snuck into his office, or "lair of art" as he said it himself. Always having his face covered, so no one would recognize him as that mysterious artist, who painted mysteries and fantasy and didn't fail to impress collectors and fans alike. The main characters were always the dark haired man with dragon emblem and white haired man with pyeony robe - these two had always been present in his dreams since he was born, and he didn't understand quite well of why.
Thus constantly searching for that 'right' person into his life, to have that missing feeling back into his life. All of what he kept painting was sometimes very sexual, but still familiar. It was constant search, even if it mainly happened uncounciously. Cai just wanted, needed to fill that darkness inside of him and so far painting was something that had filled it, even if it felt only a little.
His face was all over the place, both his and his little brother's were, just like both of them had secret lives. Cai prepared his brushes that he had left to soak last night and carried them over into the little garden, uncovering the last painting he had been working on. The scenery played out a sickly white haired male, while his lover was hovering above him, placing a kiss on top of other's forehead. The figures surrounded by flowers and birds and... people that looked at his art often said that it seemed as if his paintings were alive.
Thus constantly searching for that 'right' person into his life, to have that missing feeling back into his life. All of what he kept painting was sometimes very sexual, but still familiar. It was constant search, even if it mainly happened uncounciously. Cai just wanted, needed to fill that darkness inside of him and so far painting was something that had filled it, even if it felt only a little.
His face was all over the place, both his and his little brother's were, just like both of them had secret lives. Cai prepared his brushes that he had left to soak last night and carried them over into the little garden, uncovering the last painting he had been working on. The scenery played out a sickly white haired male, while his lover was hovering above him, placing a kiss on top of other's forehead. The figures surrounded by flowers and birds and... people that looked at his art often said that it seemed as if his paintings were alive.
Coughing blood, the young man laid on his side in some alleyway. This meeting had gone bad, and damn it, why out of all days he had not asked his minions to come along. Of course, he wasn't such a bad fighter himself, Old Luo had thought him more than any mortal trainer ever, but just something... had happened.
Still dizzy from all of the rustle, he kept coughing. It felt as if a really bad dream... and after managing to drag himself to sit, back against the dirty wall, he opened the right palm and stared at the sign he had ripped off of some dude that had come in and interrupted his meeting. The kids were being kidnapped and he had followed the trail, finally managing to meet up with one of those behind it all - until someone blessed them with a smoke, which was probably infused with some nasty herbs and magic. This mix was even getting to him, but it also made him pinpoint a theory Little Lu had come up with: these bastards had spirits, and whoever attacked them there just a hour ago... first of all didn't expect him to be there, and second of all knew about the spirits.
"Underworlders...," he muttered, coughing and wiping away some of the blood from his lips. He himself was one, although he was more like bad taste among Underworlders. They often questioned him, yet he always made sure to come out on top and prove that he wasn't their enemy, rather their ally... one of them.
Still dizzy from all of the rustle, he kept coughing. It felt as if a really bad dream... and after managing to drag himself to sit, back against the dirty wall, he opened the right palm and stared at the sign he had ripped off of some dude that had come in and interrupted his meeting. The kids were being kidnapped and he had followed the trail, finally managing to meet up with one of those behind it all - until someone blessed them with a smoke, which was probably infused with some nasty herbs and magic. This mix was even getting to him, but it also made him pinpoint a theory Little Lu had come up with: these bastards had spirits, and whoever attacked them there just a hour ago... first of all didn't expect him to be there, and second of all knew about the spirits.
"Underworlders...," he muttered, coughing and wiping away some of the blood from his lips. He himself was one, although he was more like bad taste among Underworlders. They often questioned him, yet he always made sure to come out on top and prove that he wasn't their enemy, rather their ally... one of them.