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Last time: He took off his shirt and fell onto his bed, not bothering to pull the covers over himself. Feels so good… so tired… my back felt so bad. And just like that the teen was asleep, all but dead to the world.

Last night:

I was almost caught! I timed everything down! Why would anyone even be there?! And they tackled me! What was wrong with them? You don't just tackle random strangers, it's not cool! I wasn't even close to finishing, I'll have to just come back later, maybe an hour or so, they should be gone by then. I'll just hide out here until they're gone. I can't believe tripped running away, so pathetic!

The teen sat down by a tree trunk and fiddled with the strings on his hoodie. He kept fiddling with the strings until he realised something that only made him feel more like an idiot. Shit! I left my paint out there! Spray paint, brushes, paints, if they get stolen I am so fucked. That's most of my money and supplies down the drain…

At this point all he wanted to do was bang his head against a wall, or the closest solid object which at this time was a tree, that would work.

Who was that anyway? There's no one I can think of who'd be out here except… OH MY GOD! Hades, I just saw fucking Hades! And he tackled me… wonder why.. if I'm right and it was Hades that means he has a new project set up. I loved his Poseidon one, it was beautiful. He also had a really pretty one, and the one with Anubis.

Inside the artist was floating on clouds, he was ecstatic, if only he had actually gotten to talk to Hades. Hades had started painting during his freshman year, leaving him to suspect that Hades was also a sophomore and possibly in one of his classes. Hades could be anyone… anyone except for him (obviously). He'd love to have what Hades did though, he wanted people to look at his work and admire it just like they did with Hades's paintings. If only… if I could get just one person to stop and stare at one of my paintings.

He had already tried once, he had done it over spring break and the school had painted over it for some reason, and his was the only one to be painted over, it left the artist frustrated for quite a few weeks. Why not try again though? It couldn't hurt… well actually it could his wallet was feeling the burn and he hadn't even gotten to finish.

Rubbing his hands he yawned and then checked his watch. 10:52 I should be okay. He hopped up from his spot and slowly made his way back. Oh thank god, my stuff it's still here. He cradled the bag to his chest before taking a few things out and resuming painting. Occasionally his eyes would dart from the wall to the forest or to his sides. His earbuds that he had had stuffed into his ears were discarded to make sure he wasn't caught off guard again. The red paint bled onto his hands like blood. Every once in awhile his eyebrows would scrunch up and he'd stare at the painting, trying to work things out, replanning details in his head.

The sparks flew off of Vulcan's sword and drops of blood dripped down Mars's face and spear. Of course they weren't actually moving but it was all caught in a snapshot. There were men and women in armour covering their bodies. The emotions of war were in their eyes, the loyalty, the comradery, but also the pain, the fear, these soldiers felt all of it. Mars was looking at them with pride, they were his warriors, they would fight well. Vulcan was frantically crafting weapons, a table covered in swords was besides his work bench. The craftsman himself was covered in soot, his hands stained and his dark hairy messy. He was wearing a leather apron that the artist thought would go well in the picture.

It was nearing light and the nameless, bleary eyed artist decided he was finished, gathered his things, and walked home.


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