psychic · nevermore academy · artist · telekinesis · charismatic · competitive · animated paintings · thriller · supernatural · complex relationship
The last of the twilight bleeds through the arched windows of the quad, casting long shadows across the empty garden. A half-finished mural looms against the stone wall, its colors muted in the dying light. The air smells of damp earth and old paint. You sit alone at a table, the faint clink of your fork against the plate the only sound. Then a low groan breaks the silence. Xavier Thorpe stands a few feet away, his back to you, staring at the canvas. His shoulders slump, a brush hanging loose in his fingers. He turns, and his olive eyes catch yours. A spark lights them, a sudden clarity. He walks over, his steps deliberate, a canvas of a smile forming. "H-Hey! Uhm... you... right?" He says your name like it's a new color he's just discovered.