Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2023 6:21:27 GMT -7
Summer 2021
With stained hands Jewel closed the bottle he had spilled some ink from on the piece of paper in front of him. He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about the process of creating art from a drop of ink, but that was just a part of the charm of trying something new. Research usually didn’t fit Jewel’s style—all the fun lived in the chaos, after all. So with the help of a crumpled paper towel, Jewel blotted the ink on the paper, letting it form all kinds of shapes. It had the creative freedom for now, staining the paper however it willed. Though the ink’s vision didn’t seem to align with Jewel’s, as the stains on the paper didn’t really resemble anything but a black void no matter how long Jewel stared at it. Maybe he should put a little more thought into it after all.
Ripping another empty page from the sketchbook, Jewel repeated the process with a little more care. This time, though, as he was staring at the inkblot, he was met with a familiar feeling. It was something Jewel had learned to recognize only in recent years—his inner eye sensing something. The ink on the paper was trying to tell him something, and he had to listen. He let his gaze roam the paper, though his eyes were quickly drawn to a particular clump of shapes. They were more defined compared to the rest of the stains on the paper, resembling little, delicate rosebuds.
Guided by that thought, Jewel could see what the ink was telling him. For a second he was somewhere else, in a hazy, dreamlike image. Somewhere where there was a small baby in his arms. Jewel didn’t know this child, yet at the same time he did—what her name was, he couldn’t tell, but there was love for her in his heart nevertheless.
Surprised by this sudden triggered vision, Jewel let his gaze roam the paper. This wasn’t something he had been expecting when he had the sudden urge to try a new art technique. Sometimes random things awakened his mind’s eye, but Jewel couldn’t help but think that there might be something bigger in play here. Was it just a coincidence that he saw a vision in the ink, or was there something more to this?
The other question was what this meant. Whose baby had he just seen? Surely not his own—he had no intentions to ever get a child. Sure, he liked children, but being responsible for one sounded awfully frightening. But his vision hadn’t given him any clues about this baby’s identity, so this was a proper mystery. Well, Jewel would just have to keep it in his mind, he’d find out eventually if it was meant to happen. At least it had been a vision that left a warm feeling in his chest, and a soft smile on his face for the rest of the day.
The answer came days later, in the form of Willow knocking on Jewel’s door. Her visit had been unexpected, but Jewel was happy to see his sister after a long while. Though Willow wasn’t there just to simply catch up, as after they had settled in Jewel’s living room, talking about whatever interesting little things had been going on in their lives recently, Willow seemed to have something important to say.
“I have some exciting news to tell you”, she announced, though she didn’t need to say anything else. Jewel immediately remembered what the ink had shown him. Could it be? Willow and her husband hadn't exactly been mentioning their plans for their future during family gatherings, but Willow had been talking about her future children even when she herself was just a child. If Jewel knew his sister, one of her most important life goals was starting a family, and it wouldn't surprise him one bit if she had a child at a young age. Jewel’s smile widened as he trusted that feeling.
“I know.”
