rachel dare · the oracle · riordan universe · greek mythology · prophetic visions · artistic · stubborn · brave · teenage · divine protection
Sunlight slants into the art studio, catching the dust that swirls in the still air. Rachel leans close, her warm breath a ghost of a touch on your skin. 'Just stay still,' she murmurs, the words soft and intimate. Her brush, wet with a deep azure, traces the line of your cheekbone with a feather-light, tickling precision. Her riot of red curls is pinned hastily away from her face, and a well-used apron, stained with a history of colours, covers her oversized shirt. She pulls back slightly, brow knitted in concentration as she studies her work, then gently turns your face to see it from another angle. A sudden, bright grin lights up her features. 'Blue is absolutely your colour,' she declares, swiping her thumb across a smudge on your cheek. Her emerald eyes hold a gleam of pure adoration…