A Ballad Of Chocolate Goddesses and the Men Who Love Them.
Jul 17, 2015 1:14:04 GMT
Post by Donncha 'Ack' Coughlan on Jul 17, 2015 1:14:04 GMT
”I’d always rather take pictures of people than trees any day, graceful swan, especially the ones I think are fabulous.” Ack stuck his tongue out, ignoring Eveleen’s tugging, pulling down one lower eyelid and closing the other before he laughed and promptly ruffled the top of Eveleen’s head. He held up his camera again, admiring the photos for a second time before flinging an arm around the short girl, tugging him to his side and clicking another picture. He checked the image and nodded, presenting the awkward selfie for to the witch. She hadn‘t agreed with his statement upon the last few, that much was obvious from the tone of her voice. Ack knew that tone, the one that attempted to be something it wasn‘t, not completely able to hide the actual emotion behind it. What was it with girls and thinking themselves not as gorgeous as they truly were? As a lover of pretty things, Donncha was particularly offended by this, always seeking the beauty in others’ features/ ”See, people should not be allowed to have an opinion upon the photos of themselves, because they only ever see their flaws as opposed to their more prominent, magnificent features. Like, look here, this freckled asshole? I do not find him appealing in the least, because I can see all of the little things I dislike about my face staring right back at me. However, this girl beside him, is perfectly lovely. See the way her hair frames her face and brings out her eyes? And you can just make out her freckles, like little bits of stardust, giving her face a subtle added bit of character that most would not notice unless they looked properly.” The photographer explained as though describing some kind of great work of art to a student.
Ack flipped through the photos on his camera searching until he found the one he was looking for. He held it out to Eveleen again, his eyes moving sideway to look at her face. The picture was of his cousin, taken at the beginning of summer, blood dripping down from the center of her forehead, most of her covered in dirt, wet grass sticking all over her bare bruised legs, and she was still smiling, holding up a Quaffle like she was about to peg it at him. ”Most would say this is not the most attractive of photos, but I know for the fact, you and I don’t think so. It’s a biased point of view, that we see things. We automatically key into whether we like it or not, based upon prior feelings that we may not even know we have. The judgment is automatic, but you have to really look sometimes, to see everything the opposite way, to form a different way of looking at the world. I may be foolish, but I am not blind.”
Releasing Eveleen, Donncha launched himself forward, long legs strolling along with sudden ferocity. He turned, grinning brightly and walking along backwards, waving. ”Hurry along! As you said, we’ve many more pictures to acquire before the day is over!” And then he tripped, over a crack in the walkway, and fell backwards to land straight on his ass. He blinked, shocked for a moment, camera clutched to his chest as though afraid of it hitting the ground as well, which, he was of course. His precious baby of a camera did not need to be smashed. He would probably have died if it did, even though he had about a dozen or so more cameras at home and a couple spares in his bag, but the one he carried was the good one, the very best he’d ever used in his opinion.
Ack flipped through the photos on his camera searching until he found the one he was looking for. He held it out to Eveleen again, his eyes moving sideway to look at her face. The picture was of his cousin, taken at the beginning of summer, blood dripping down from the center of her forehead, most of her covered in dirt, wet grass sticking all over her bare bruised legs, and she was still smiling, holding up a Quaffle like she was about to peg it at him. ”Most would say this is not the most attractive of photos, but I know for the fact, you and I don’t think so. It’s a biased point of view, that we see things. We automatically key into whether we like it or not, based upon prior feelings that we may not even know we have. The judgment is automatic, but you have to really look sometimes, to see everything the opposite way, to form a different way of looking at the world. I may be foolish, but I am not blind.”
Releasing Eveleen, Donncha launched himself forward, long legs strolling along with sudden ferocity. He turned, grinning brightly and walking along backwards, waving. ”Hurry along! As you said, we’ve many more pictures to acquire before the day is over!” And then he tripped, over a crack in the walkway, and fell backwards to land straight on his ass. He blinked, shocked for a moment, camera clutched to his chest as though afraid of it hitting the ground as well, which, he was of course. His precious baby of a camera did not need to be smashed. He would probably have died if it did, even though he had about a dozen or so more cameras at home and a couple spares in his bag, but the one he carried was the good one, the very best he’d ever used in his opinion.
