Nox had been so absorbed in his drawing he hadn’t noticed the woman standing next to him looking over his drawing. Her voice however almost startled him because it had been unexpected and it made him jump a little.
“Oh, um, thanks!” he said trying to draw himself out of his own head. A difficult task on the best days, he had always struggled with putting aside the pictures in his head he had been trying to put on paper. And even when he wasn’t drawing or painting he found himself often thinking on the images and visions so he could get all the detail out of them for his work.
But when he looked up he almost fell out of his chair. The woman standing there looking at his drawing, he had seen her many times, he had drawn and redrawn her and painted her all though school, and even after. Small with dark hair and haunting eyes, covered in blood, always blood. Soaked in fact that it dripped from her black hair. Contention surrounding her, but sometimes even though she frighten him, all he wanted to do was hold her.
He blinked several times. Obviously it was not this woman; she just looked just like the woman from his dreams. “You like art?” he eventually was able to spit out through his thoughts.