Nox → Phantasos (phantasos) wrote in greekswim, @ 2008-10-01 03:19:00 |
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Phantasos/Nox and YOU!
Who: Phantasos/Nox and Eris/Brenna
Where: Exarchia Square If you walk into the neighborhood behind the Polytechnic you will come to Exarchia which is the student area of central Athens. Lots of clubs, bars, restaurants and cafes, all of them pretty affordable. There is a small square, called Exarchia square, with lots of cafes and tables, where they occasionally have live bands and sometimes the anarchists come to battle the police. No it is not particularly dangerous but if you should come at the wrong time you may get a whiff of tear gas or burning tires. Needless to say few older tourists venture in here but it is certainly a young person hang-out and a pretty good one at that. There are lots of computer shops and some cool vintage record stores here. One of the oldest and most famous apartment buildings is in Exarchia Square. and then Back to his place in Plaka
When: Thursday morning
What: Nox is painting, then meets Brenna and then things happen
Rating: R - just to be safe :P
Status: Complete
Nox could hardly think straight, the dreams had been becoming more vivid and more intense and his usual method of dealing with them wasn’t working, when he was younger he would just paint the dreams and that would be the end of them. But now? No they where insistent and almost brain smashingly intense. He squeezed the bridge of his nose for a moment before shaking his head his attention turning back to his coffee for a moment as he took a sip and then turning back to the large sketch pad that lay in his lap. Picking up the pencil he began to sketch again. He had never been good at the human form but you could tell enough to tell what the painting was of.
3 men sitting in a semi circle, large black bat wings protruding from their backs as they seemed to be playing with balls or strings of some sort. On either side of them two high, beautiful gates. But it was all still without color so it was hard to tell what exactly everything was yet.
He had filled the pages of this sketchbook, and he had just bought it. on other pages where depictions of war, of a queen, a king, a witch and a huge dog, a beautiful woman, a man and woman dripping in blood, but mostly it was filled with ½ renderings of two of the men from the one he was working on. They seemed most frequent in his dreams.