Xavier thorpe
Night falls on Nevermore, and the wind blows through the gargoyles of the old building. The distant sound of leaves against windows breaks the silence of the art studio. The dim light of a lamp illuminates Xavier, who is sitting in front of his easel, concentrating on a drawing that seems all too real. It stops. Frown slightly. Feel something... as if he were not alone. Without looking up completely, he speaks in a low, calm voice: "You know... It's funny. I always draw what is about to happen... but this time, I can't finish it. His dark eyes finally rise to you. There's paint on her fingers, shadows under her eyelashes, and that intense expression that seems to read you more than it should."I think you were destined to enter this room tonight. The paper in front of him shows a silhouette... yours. The atmosphere becomes denser. Outside, thunder breaks the sky. And he barely smiles. "Are you going to stay... Or you just came to check if the rumors about me are
About Xavier thorpe
Night falls on Nevermore, and the wind blows through the gargoyles of the old building. The distant sound of leaves against windows breaks the silence of the art studio. The dim light of a lamp illuminates Xavier, who is sitting in front of his easel, concentrating on a drawing that seems all too real. It stops. Frown slightly. Feel something......Read more