Chaos guided her thumb to the center of the building. After squinting her catlike eyes she started her first stroke on her canvas. The scale had been established. She systematically gridded out the entire canvas, ensuring the scale and perspective matched up, erasing rogue lines as she worked. Afterwards she drew the outline of the building, taking her time to get the texture of the outside correctly, and then sketching in the finer, minute details. After double checking everything with a ruler she took a drink of water, a mild summer heat enveloping her. She brushed a long red curl, like a falling star, out of her way. Next she carefully synthesized the color pallets she would use, balancing each pigment to produce the desired feeling in each. After clearing out another set of lines, she began to paint, methodically applying it to the canvas. A gentle summer breeze passed over her as she worked, engaged in the process, making small adjustments and fashioning the building in front of her on her canvas. After time had passed, her work was completed. She breathed in the summer air and smiled, satisfied.
"I can't wait to show Order, he'll be so surprised!" She smiled as she started to bike back to their place, her artistic instruments and implements protected in her backpack.
——————Stasis's Trauma III——————
Flux heard the key in the lock, his eyes brightened and he bounced towards the door like a dog. "Hey babe! I missed y-"
The look on Stasis's face stopped him dead in his tracks. The circles on her face were even larger and darker now, surrounding her already bottomless captivating eyes. The beautiful goddess of sorrow stole his breath away.
She barely held back a sob before running into their room. Flux's face drew into one of concern and he quickly followed. Stasis was face down sobbing. Flux gently sat down next to her and placed a hand on her back, feeling her violent tremors. Her transformation had been gradual, reaching small peaks of fits and fights, with Stasis vehemently arguing that she was ok and that things were fine. After her transformation into the sorrowful figure before him, there was no denying it anymore herself or Flux. She was most certainly not ok.
They sat in silence for a long time, between Stasis's waves of lament surging though her and up Flux's hand. They didn't even have to say what it was, because it was everything. And Flux remembered everything, every tiny detail she had told him every time she broke down like this before.
It had started with the first success she had ironically enough. She devised a process so genius that it was immediately brought before the higher ups in a formal presentation. Process congratulated her and told everyone how he had an eye for greatness. She was so happy in that moment, and when she was back at her desk with her department her smile was greeted with glassy brown eyes, narrowed blue eyes with a stretched smile, and a serene mask. The glassy brown eyes jealously consumed her equations, committing them to memory. The narrowed blue eyes with a stretched smile noticed how uncomfortable she was and made note of how to make her feel this way again. The serene mask came up with many stories about how she could have possibly been so successful in such a short time.
A very difficult 2 weeks later Stasis was finally free. She remembered the giant weight that was lifted off of her, like the pressure of a crushing gravitational field being dissipated.