May 22, 2013
The canvas in front of her used to be blank. Without power, the capability to seize attention, to allure and make people wonder. That was until Amethyst let her hands do the magic. A stroke here and there, dipping her paintbrush into paint on the palette. The girl was in her own world, held captive by the colors that she created. Her eyes were glued to the canvas. Her hand was doing its job perfectly. Gracefully. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. The brunette wanted to ignore it, but if she did, she'd still be pissed. She stood up, walked towards the door and opened it. "Oh, it's you."
