paper mache, submit to my will

Arts and crafts were not Dorian's strong suit. Dorian was the sort of man that paid artists for work. He didn't do art. Not that it was hard to learn, really. It was just lines and colors, and scissors and paper and glue and shit like that. He'd spent the evening learning about arts and crafts, and it seemed fairly rudimentary.

Dorian picked up a pin and popped the balloon inside. The paper mache broke and exploded with the rest of the balloon. Dorian groaned, and threw the balloon on the table. He scratched his head in frustration.

Why the fuck was it so hard then?

Dorian sunk into his chair and groaned for an unreasonable amount of time. He ran his hand through his hair.

Hopefully, things would be better when Cat gets here.


@Ghost

Oh! There she was. Dorian lightly placed his hand over Cat's and nuzzled her arm, listening to her explanation. "What? I already gave it one coat. How could newspapers be so demanding?" He sighed, before smiling. "Swoon! My paper mache hero. Alright, grab a chair, we can get started..."

Dorian handed her a binder of art instructions, how to make origami, how to make paper mache, and stuff like that. He pointed at the fancy paper mache lanterns.

"I wanna make those. There's going to be an Alliance float tomorrow, and I want to help them set up with pretty lanterns. I've got this image in my head but it's so much harder to make in real life!"

As Cat looked over the project, he pumped up two balloons for the paper mache, one red and one pink. He handed Cat the pink one.

Dorian considered the suggestion. "Hmm. I think printer paper would make the mache bulkier and not smooth. Maybe just stick to the newspaper and..." He squinted at the balloon. "Put it aside for half a day."

Not that Dorian liked waiting, but he needed to stop picking at it. It was counterproductive. He smiled when Cat kissed his head, laughing at her comment. He put some strips of paper into the mix too, then dipped his fingers in it, raising them after and watching the goop trickle down, thick and viscous.

"Groooss. It's probably alien snot. I think I saw that in a movie once." He grinned. When the strips were soaked, he started sticking them to the balloon, his tongue licking his lip, intent. "Have you ever done this fancy arts and crafts stuff? I think you'd have a real talent for them."