Atlas Drawing Novels & Stories

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

At least not before now. Celia swallowed. “My mother is hunting today. She’s left with others.” “We’re not here to see Sheeva,” a one–handed Atlas said. Of average height, Atlas had dark hair and slitted dark eyes, a cloth tied around the stump that was his hand. Celia was sure it wouldn’t be long before he could take off the cloth. However, he was now without a hand. “We would like to speak with you,” he said. Celia stared, surprised, and forgetting they were waiting for her to let them in. Jon growled, pushing through them and Celia to let himself in.

And he still affects you, even after what he did. There was a lump in her throat by the time she stood in front of the bookcase in her room. She found the atlas easily. Bound in leather with gold embossing on the spine, it stood out amid her collection of ratty paperbacks and well-read travel books. The atlas was designed to look like an antique, but inside, it was quite modern. While there were a handful of prints of gorgeous, hand-drawn maps like the one in her kitchen, most of the images were contemporary and up-to-date. She'd spent hours poring through the pages.

He puts the picture on the screen so everyone can see it, and I let out a deep breath. It’s of poor quality, black and white, and it shows Jim carrying me in the air. James then removes the picture and puts on another one, in which Atlas, whose face can’t be seen on the picture because of the hood over his head, holds a gun, pointed in Jim’s face. On the third picture, I’m not visible, only Jim and Atlas are, and Jim is being dragged away into an alley nearby.

_Ken_D☆ll: “So, how about we meet tomorrow at Punt Park? Sounds good?” Ezra's chest tightened as his gaze lingered on the message. His thumbs hovered above the screen, hesitating on what to type. He let his gaze drift from his phone screen to the bed across from him where his roommate Kendall laid, back facing him, and the reflection of his phone light dully illuminating his part of the room.

Lauren raised her flushed little face, and looked at the warm and handsome face that was just inches away from her in a daze: "Atlas , I can't stay here anymore, I'm going home …" "Don't worry.. i am here. . i will help you.. ." Atlas said as he balanced himself too . "Atlas , why are you so gentle?" Lauren laughed intoxicatingly. Atlas smiled with bloodshot eyes, "Why are you so drunk?" "Drunk?" No, I'm still sober... Atlas , why are you so gentle ? " Lauren extended a thin finger and touched Atlas 's face. She gently drew along the prominent facial features.It was as if she was painting a portrait of him.Atlas laughed helplessly, and allowed her to draw.

My conscience scolded me. I followed both brothers until Ares pushed opened the door to Atlas room. Now this was my first time being here. He was always at mine that i never went to his. The warm tone colors of the wall complemented the minimalist painting on his wall, my eyes wandered around the spacious room. It was a little bit bigger than mine and had a partition close to the window. My feet carried me to the canvas hooked unto a wooden stand, there was a half finished painting, It took me a while to figure out what was on the canvas, it was haggard strokes of a pair of eyes. They were of the deepest shade of brown and in few seconds i saw the resemblance in them.

With a playful grin, he retorted, "Well, Heather, waiting for something good is never a waste of time. I'm all in." Heather raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Oh, really? But, will you really watch it? Or will you, you know, like what I said, just make fun of my on-screen antics? Fuck you for that." "Whoa! Well..." Atlas pretended to ponder this, stroking his chin dramatically. "Hmm, let me think. Should I take embarrassing screenshots and send them to all my friends? Or should I be the supportive, uhm, friend? And cheer you on?"