[While gangs are usually nothing to laugh at, as far as Ferran can tell from everything he's seen and heard, the Reds and Blues are... almost entirely harmless. It's kind of refreshing, honestly, to see their work popping up across the city, however laden with expletives the colorful markers might be.
Honestly? He wants in on it.
He's basically obligated to side with the Reds with the coloration of his wings, and though they initially seem open to the idea of having a color-coded Fae join their ranks, he still has to earn their trust like everyone else. So, he endeavors to paint the town red... both in a literal and figurative sense.
Surely nobody would complain much about a Fae enchanting one's shoes to leave red footsteps wherever they go, for instance. And only the Blues would care about their hangouts being cursed so they all trip over something or another as soon as they step into it. (Although he might care if someone trips and falls onto him, invisible as he watches his handiwork.)
On the more literal end are his attempts to paint designs into large windows and brick walls he has to fly to reach, the patterns reminiscent of stained-glass and a bit more figurative in their message than the usual gang activity. Sometimes you just want to paint a dramatic scene of a red figure surrounded by a halo of light over a fallen blue corpse, you know? And as careful as he is with his paint, he can only prevent so much of it from dripping down onto a passerby.]
Ferran Gallagher | OC | Fae
[While gangs are usually nothing to laugh at, as far as Ferran can tell from everything he's seen and heard, the Reds and Blues are... almost entirely harmless. It's kind of refreshing, honestly, to see their work popping up across the city, however laden with expletives the colorful markers might be.
Honestly? He wants in on it.
He's basically obligated to side with the Reds with the coloration of his wings, and though they initially seem open to the idea of having a color-coded Fae join their ranks, he still has to earn their trust like everyone else. So, he endeavors to paint the town red... both in a literal and figurative sense.
Surely nobody would complain much about a Fae enchanting one's shoes to leave red footsteps wherever they go, for instance. And only the Blues would care about their hangouts being cursed so they all trip over something or another as soon as they step into it. (Although he might care if someone trips and falls onto him, invisible as he watches his handiwork.)
On the more literal end are his attempts to paint designs into large windows and brick walls he has to fly to reach, the patterns reminiscent of stained-glass and a bit more figurative in their message than the usual gang activity. Sometimes you just want to paint a dramatic scene of a red figure surrounded by a halo of light over a fallen blue corpse, you know? And as careful as he is with his paint, he can only prevent so much of it from dripping down onto a passerby.]