Orchestration is part of the very soul of the work. A work is thought out in terms of the orchestra, certain tone-colors being inseparable from it in the mind of its creator and native to it from the hour of its birth.
[ He couldn't help the little 'humph' he let out upon being batted away. It was no surprise, but he was still going to get an attitude about it. ]
Distractions are different.
[ That of tobacco was an odd scent to the artist, foreign as it was to Ionia. It wasn't something he liked, either; at least not when it was still lit and masking everything else in the room. It was something of a repellent that left him recoiling and pouting, but when left alone as more of an incense, it didn't bother Jhin nearly so much. ]
Again?
[ A thoughtful, flat hum rumbled from his chest and finished on a dismissive sigh as he instead tried carding his fingertips through Silco's hair. He just could not keep his hands off of such a lovely creature. ]
Well, it could be worse. At least if they're wasting their time down here, I can continue preparations in Piltover's opera house unfettered.
Now...I'm sure it's nothing your darling little Bluebell and that clanking brute you keep around can't handle--
[ Another attempt, this time to trail his fingertips along Silco's jawline. Jhin couldn't help the heady focus in his gaze as he did so. The way his head tilted and he leaned forward as he did so. He had never seen a viper molded from pearl until he laid eyes on Silco.
But could he, he would cup that man's chin in the palm of his hand and try to tilt his head up. He was too greedy to want Silco to notice anything else in the room, at least not while he was trying to devour this man with his eyes alone. Not that Jhin expected he would get that far, but he would still try to keep his hands on Silco. ]
And there isn't a vein your influence hasn't seeped into. Even the enforcers--vibrant and raucous as they are against the undercity--still echo with the tone-colors and inevitability of your vision. You, my dear, are an absolute.
I can't possibly fathom why you treat them as a problem to be solved.
[ He went from enamored to flippant rather quickly, as if it were so simple. Jhin was very well smart enough to know it wasn't, but then his priorities were wildly different from Silco's. ]
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@ Zauneyete.
Distractions are different.
[ That of tobacco was an odd scent to the artist, foreign as it was to Ionia. It wasn't something he liked, either; at least not when it was still lit and masking everything else in the room. It was something of a repellent that left him recoiling and pouting, but when left alone as more of an incense, it didn't bother Jhin nearly so much. ]
Again?
[ A thoughtful, flat hum rumbled from his chest and finished on a dismissive sigh as he instead tried carding his fingertips through Silco's hair. He just could not keep his hands off of such a lovely creature. ]
Well, it could be worse. At least if they're wasting their time down here, I can continue preparations in Piltover's opera house unfettered.
Now...I'm sure it's nothing your darling little Bluebell and that clanking brute you keep around can't handle--
[ Another attempt, this time to trail his fingertips along Silco's jawline. Jhin couldn't help the heady focus in his gaze as he did so. The way his head tilted and he leaned forward as he did so. He had never seen a viper molded from pearl until he laid eyes on Silco.
But could he, he would cup that man's chin in the palm of his hand and try to tilt his head up. He was too greedy to want Silco to notice anything else in the room, at least not while he was trying to devour this man with his eyes alone. Not that Jhin expected he would get that far, but he would still try to keep his hands on Silco. ]
And there isn't a vein your influence hasn't seeped into. Even the enforcers--vibrant and raucous as they are against the undercity--still echo with the tone-colors and inevitability of your vision. You, my dear, are an absolute.
I can't possibly fathom why you treat them as a problem to be solved.
[ He went from enamored to flippant rather quickly, as if it were so simple. Jhin was very well smart enough to know it wasn't, but then his priorities were wildly different from Silco's. ]