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Relief Themed Paintings From a sizable pool of water rises a dizzyingly tall cliff. Although it does not reach the clouds, from the strange angle of the painting's vantage point - as though hovering above the ground some feet away from shore - the leap from the top seems mortal. . .or was it exhilarating? A man, too much of a shadow cast on him to tell much past his having short hair, wearing worn clothes, and carrying a bag at one side, walks along a wide, dirt road. Behind him, storm clouds, yet dead crops on either side of the road. Ahead of him, shining sun, endless corn. Things are looking up. Another short-haired man--his hair clearly brown this time--sits in a tavern or a restaurant (alcohol is present and the wooden tables are bare of cloth, but then again, so is food), surrounded by many laughing, smiling people who could only be his friends. Although he is bandaged and bruised, he laughs along with them as though he hasn't a care in the world. A thin woman, her sand-colored hair dirty and stringy with exposure, clothes torn (though exposing only parts of dirty, bruised or scabbed skin), stands in a room empty but for an immense table of food, water and wine. All appears fresh, untouched and delicious, the sunlight from a window beyond it giving the feast an almost ethereal glow.  A third man, this one's hair long and black, stands in a washroom with a white button-up shirt halfway off and one hand at his black trousers. The skin revealed as such is hard and the well-defined muscles beneath look tight, but his posture is beginning to relax; the claw-foot tub, surrounded by bars of soap and bottles of various things, is full of water steaming with welcome. Over the rest of the paintings is hung a wide, relatively recent painting with an angelic figure as the centerpiece. Among the rest of his paintings depicting fairly straightforward, humanoid figures, this stands out as slightly surreal. Both sides of the painting are consumed by the female angel's wings, obsessively detailed down to the smallest feather. That they are attached to a humanoid body seems impossible, even when one considered the winged humans that did exist in this world. Among them, her body appears almost insignificant. Yet it too is done to the finest detail as she, nude, sits on her knees and draws a human to her heavy breast, her hand splayed across the back of his head and holding him there with an eye to comfort. Something of the way her other hand is positioned on his lower back (also nude), however, might be recognized to suggest a touch less chaste--but no less holy, was it? Her smallest finger rests there, extended, while the others are relaxed out of sight, hidden by the man's body. His is a long and lean physique, one's first hint to the indulgent nature of this work. Nicholas had given him a head of short, dirty blond hair to deter associations between them--but a perceptive eye surely wouldn't fail to recognize this rather essential similarity. The work serves many a purpose for him, for it turns out the man is not without flaws, scars, where the angel is painted to perfection, not a single mark marring the soft expanse of her skin, having the gentlest pink blush of life to it, such that the desire to kiss that skin would be natural to absolutely anyone to look upon it. Across his long back there extends a thin scar, lifted slightly from the woundless skin around it and outlined in a deep pink; and between his shoulders there is written an ornate blue symbol, rarely recognized as that of The Mother--for hers was a religion all but unworshipped at present, known by more religious scholars than followers. Though his arms are largely thrown around the angel who so cradles him, the few inches of forearm one might see began to show a similar scar, traveling at a slightly steeper angle than the one before it. From what little can be seen beneath the two's knees, beyond their bodies and just above their heads, the both are in a richly decorated hall of some sort, with an ornately decorated rug and walls papered with some other scene, having sky and wispy, pinkish clouds as one might associate with depictions of Heaven. (Note: This description is stylistically different as I'd adapted it from the middle of an RP post. Sorry.)