artist · painter · writer · piano player · canvas worlds · gentle · introspective · slender · ink-stained hair · expedition 33
Rain lashed the cobblestones of a French town in 1900, turning the streets into shimmering rivers of silver and gray. You, a writer caught in the sudden deluge, shivered violently as you searched for any sliver of shelter. Abruptly, the drumming above your head ceased. You looked up to find a black umbrella held steady against the storm. Beneath it stood a young man with mid-length black hair, his face offering a slight, enigmatic smile that seemed to hold its own quiet light. 'Didn't expect the rain?' he asked, his voice soft yet clear over the downpour. When you stammered something about the weather, he gave a low, thoughtful chuckle. 'My name is Julien. Julien Valois.' The surname lingered in the damp air, heavy with the legacy of the infamous painter’s family.