A & N's Art

I remember now. The flashing lights. The pounding coming from the inner breaches of my mind. The sandy beaches of Carolina being completely abandoned in the late of fall as I sat up, my body sore from the broken waves. My throat burning to a raw from the swallowed and gargled salt water. I looked up, to white, longer hair. It was sopping wet, drops of water landing directly on my face. I looked at the shivering boy above me. His face had a natural smirk to it, but he was frowning as he scratched the minor stubble on his jawline. His bluish eyes were framed by former sunglasses, one lense missing and the other soaked and scratched to hell. He had light freckles, just enough to compliment his light tan skin. He was the colour of the sand. He wore a black shirt that hung on him like a sponge and hunched him over. He had buckles left over on his black ripped denim, which had to have been from suspenders. His pants Were bloodied around his calf, his hand gently massaging it as his face contorted to a look of pain. He shook it off and stared directly at me, almost as if he knew me. "Cass?" He questioned, obviously confused with worry creeping across his face. "You still alive ya little blonde?" Okay, so he knew me, but I didn't know him. It didn't feel creepy that he knew me though. It felt wrong. I had a pretty sure feeling that I was supposed to know him too. "Cassandra Penelope Daymarker" he said, awfully proud to use all three names. Unbeknownst to him however that my second middle name was Olivia. I was overly proud of that secret. He brushed a strand of dishwater blonde hair from my face. I blinked as water made it's way from my forehead around the creases of my eyes to the hill of my nose. I could feel the wind touching me, freezing me, where water blanketed me. Unfortunately the Only dry part of me was my face, a shade lighter than his. I shivered as the wind blew on me, as if trying to cool me off enough to eat without burning off its roof of a mouth. "Sorry Cass" I heard the mystery boy speak softly. "I couldn't salvage warmth from the shipwreck. I mean, Kat's out there, trying to scavange things but honestly, I don't think she'll have much luck." He admitted amongst a sigh. I felt his warm smooth hand under mine as he helped me up and hugged me. His warm arms wrapping completely around my neck and shoulder blades. I finally realized the relief of the lack of pressed sand against my sore bum. I scrunched up my arms and put my palms flat on his chest, laying my head on top as I gently leaned on him. He held his stature without struggle. I felt guilty, accepting his warmth, yet not knowing him or this Kat he mentioned. I had indulgence in things I shouldn't have been indulgent with. My throat closed up. I knew I couldn't stay silent forever, but I knew it would be just as awkward for him when the truth was revealed. I also loved the warmth he provided. It was as if he was a magic space heater. My mouth opened, a delay for words as my brain tried to conjure up a stupid excuse for as to why I was practically cuddling with someone I knew as well as a stranger. I looked up at him, then down. "I'm really sorry, this might come more shocking I guess," I started, trying not to mumble or stutter as he stayed silent. You could hear him listening somehow..., "but I don't... well.." I stopped, trying to find the right word.. "Well, it's just, that... I don't remember you...." I expected him to push me away. To look at me with a disgusted, betrayed face. To be angry. To be sad. No. I got no reaction. He wrapped his arms tighter around me. He ruffed my hair lightly and looked down at me. "That sucks. I hear I'm a pretty awesome guy." He responded cooly with an atmosphere of man cologne and self confidence. When he realized I was pretty confused by his actions, he chuckled a little. "Don't worry. If I remember and find that damned book you gave me a while back, I should be able to find another marooner with the ability of memory." He assured. Or at least took an attempt at it. I appreciated it. "Sorry... er.." I said awkwardly, wondering if he ever introduced himself. "Hmm? Oh uh.. Gemini.." he said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "I was looking for Kat, my little sis. She has the strength of water." "She should be back soon." He seemed legitimately worried. He was cute worried. His eyebrow caterpillars furrowing in little mountains, frown lines forming by his mouth as the corners of his lips slowly turned down. And that stare out, as if watching her from here. He was desperate. Thank you for reading! :3

•Nick•

I'm back with my very first digital art! ~Alex :3

Come draw with Nick! I will be on for about 50 minutes. <3

Sooooo I drew my other character Vinnie! (On my math work like Alex ooops.) SO ANYWAYS I DO MATH... I might start posting snip-its of my story somewhere.. Also "Tom" is Vinnies twin. ~Alex ^u^ ♡♡♡

I drew Prince Mason Grey from this amazing story on WattPad, Broken Realm. B) He's pretty freaking sweet. Check out the story! It's really good. (This is how I thought he looked.) ~Nick

I know it’s not too great but here’s a sketch in math of one of my book characters, Alex. (I did not name the character after me ) ~Alex ^u^

I do math but I doodle Nico. I swear I do my work. ~Nick

I get so bored in French class that I draw Nico on the desk. ~Nick

Some eye practice because I need it a lot. ~Nick

This is the latest thing I'm working on. IT'S TAKING TOO LONG. I'll get it done as soon as possible. It's gonna be out header image. There's more to it but whatever. ~Nick

Alex: Harry Potter, PJO/HOO, Big Hero 6, Minecraft, starting the Mortal Instruments series, and also on occasion, Hetalia.