#threads :: Huetiful Havoc

[maibeemp]

Hue-tiful Havoc

Event starter for @mpxhephaestus

Mai twirled gracefully on the dance floor, surfing the waves of color the music brought. It enveloped her. In her world, music and color were inseparable, each note igniting a burst of hues that painted her surroundings in vivid shades. The room transformed into a canvas of swirling colors, a breathtaking display of synesthetic magic.

As the melody shifted, so did the colors. Rich purples and deep blues blended seamlessly into fiery reds and oranges. Each movement the Celtic demigoddess made, ignited a new burst of colors, painting the air around her with ethereal beauty.

The demigoddess was transported into another world, lost in a magical forrest. And as tipsy as she was, Mai no longer paid attention to her actual surroundings. So to a surprise to no one, she tripped and fell into the personal space of someone minding their own business.

[maibeemp]

The Celtic demigoddess could no longer deny that the alcohol had anything to do with her lack of balance. She was clumsy when sober, true, and if she didn't focus on the room she was in, she could get lost in the colors surrounding her even without a drop of alcohol. But never did a room start spinning, or people appear double.

But she did her best not to fall over, and that was all that mattered. Right?

"Thank you," Mai responded to the God's warning, leaning onto his arm to steady herself. The colors - now changed to shades of yellows - danced around the young demigoddess, making it harder and harder to focus on the physical realm.

"It's mostly yellow now. I can see some oranges and even some soft greens," the young woman answered. "Mhm! I make art with it~ The color thing~"

"Wooow, that's so interesting," Mai responded in genuine amazement - or was she just more excitable with the alcohol in her system - finding the contrast between the god's profession and his voice. "Your voice," she clarified with a nod, "is teal."

She swayed a bit - again, not sure if the alcohol or the general vibes at the gala - on the rhythm of the songs, surving the endless waves of colors around her.

"Hm... He does have that aura about him, doesn't he?" Mai remarked thoughtfully. Her voice was dreamy, almost absent-minded. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Hephaestus. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I won't say a word to Arawn," she assured him, returning his laughter with a warm smile

[maibeemp]

"Wooow, that's so interesting," Mai responded in genuine amazement - or was she just more excitable with the alcohol in her system - finding the contrast between the god's profession and his voice. "Your voice," she clarified with a nod, "is teal."

She swayed a bit - again, not sure if the alcohol or the general vibes at the gala - on the rhythm of the songs, surving the endless waves of colors around her.

"Hm... He does have that aura about him, doesn't he?" Mai remarked thoughtfully. Her voice was dreamy, almost absent-minded. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Hephaestus. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I won't say a word to Arawn," she assured him, returning his laughter with a warm smile

Mai blinked, her synesthetic trance disrupted by an unexpected collision. Her vision was still swirling with the kaleidoscope of music-induced hues, but she managed a somewhat dazed smile. She looked up at the person who had caught her, his voice sounding--

"TEAL!" she beamed in a drunken excitement. All the colors around her so far were of a warmer variaté; oranges, reds and pinks. And although pretty, it was refreshing to see a color on the opposite side of the color wheel. It had only registered a moment later the sudden shift in hue was there because the owner of the cool toned voice had asked her a question.

"Oh, I'm... I'm okay," she replied, her voice carrying a dreamy quality. "Just got lost in the colors, you know?" She chuckled softly, feeling a bit lightheaded from the combination of the synesthetic overload and the alcohol, not fully grasping that that statement made no sense to anyone without synesthesia.

She glanced at the man more closely, but didn't seem to recognize him. Though she did suffer from a severe case of face blindness. "Oh? You know my uncle Arawn~? she mused. "I'm Mai, by the way. Sorry for crashing into you." She offered him a hand to shake, her fingers tingling with the residual sensations of the music's colors.

[maibeemp]

Mai mused as she followed the God to a table. Maybe for the best, so she could lean on something other than a tall man. "Yes~!" she answered, only when saying the word, she realized that didn't exactly answer the question. "I paint with synesthesia- the color thing," she nods, "but I do other stuff as well! I don't sculpt, though, but I do pottery."

The young Celt was about to list all the forms of art she had done, and tried, and still partook in, but soon realized it was probably quicker to recite a list of things she couldn't - or simply just didn't - do, yet.

"I don't make music, or dance, either," she said dreamily, "oh! Nor do I smith or forge~" The artist giggled a bit, then pouted when Hephaestus cut her off of drinks.

"But wine is so yummy! I'm not that drunk," she said, before accepting the glass of water anyway.

"Wooow, that's so interesting," Mai responded in genuine amazement - or was she just more excitable with the alcohol in her system - finding the contrast between the god's profession and his voice. "Your voice," she clarified with a nod, "is teal."

She swayed a bit - again, not sure if the alcohol or the general vibes at the gala - on the rhythm of the songs, surving the endless waves of colors around her.

"Hm... He does have that aura about him, doesn't he?" Mai remarked thoughtfully. Her voice was dreamy, almost absent-minded. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Hephaestus. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I won't say a word to Arawn," she assured him, returning his laughter with a warm smile

[maibeemp]

Mai blinked, her synesthetic trance disrupted by an unexpected collision. Her vision was still swirling with the kaleidoscope of music-induced hues, but she managed a somewhat dazed smile. She looked up at the person who had caught her, his voice sounding--

"TEAL!" she beamed in a drunken excitement. All the colors around her so far were of a warmer variaté; oranges, reds and pinks. And although pretty, it was refreshing to see a color on the opposite side of the color wheel. It had only registered a moment later the sudden shift in hue was there because the owner of the cool toned voice had asked her a question.

"Oh, I'm... I'm okay," she replied, her voice carrying a dreamy quality. "Just got lost in the colors, you know?" She chuckled softly, feeling a bit lightheaded from the combination of the synesthetic overload and the alcohol, not fully grasping that that statement made no sense to anyone without synesthesia.

She glanced at the man more closely, but didn't seem to recognize him. Though she did suffer from a severe case of face blindness. "Oh? You know my uncle Arawn~? she mused. "I'm Mai, by the way. Sorry for crashing into you." She offered him a hand to shake, her fingers tingling with the residual sensations of the music's colors.

Hue-tiful Havoc

Event starter for @mpxhephaestus

Mai twirled gracefully on the dance floor, surfing the waves of color the music brought. It enveloped her. In her world, music and color were inseparable, each note igniting a burst of hues that painted her surroundings in vivid shades. The room transformed into a canvas of swirling colors, a breathtaking display of synesthetic magic.

As the melody shifted, so did the colors. Rich purples and deep blues blended seamlessly into fiery reds and oranges. Each movement the Celtic demigoddess made, ignited a new burst of colors, painting the air around her with ethereal beauty.

The demigoddess was transported into another world, lost in a magical forrest. And as tipsy as she was, Mai no longer paid attention to her actual surroundings. So to a surprise to no one, she tripped and fell into the personal space of someone minding their own business.