Hestia Drawings Novels & Stories

She laughed and hugged me tightly, she was half a head taller than me, but it wasn't awkward at all. "You really don't have to." I said, smiling at her, only now could I take in the full effect of how much stress this had caused her. Her deep brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a pencil shoved into it, and her shrug's sleeves were shoved above her elbows, where eczema sat red and irritated and brought forth by stress. "Here's the drawings." I said as I pulled a folder filled with 205 different drawings. "I threw in a couple alternates, and you can rearrange them however you think they fit best. Oh!" I pulled out another paper filled with little boxes with intricate des

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

He had accepted twenty-four of the thirty Harriet had initially proposed and rejected six on grounds he articulated with complete clarity: three were too similar to others and the repetition added nothing, two were technically imprecise in ways that would bother him every time he looked at the book, and one was too personal to share in the specific way it was personal, being a drawing he had made of himself alone in the dark of his room in the period before Aria arrived, which he said was accurate but not for public reading. Harriet had accepted all of his reasoning and removed the six drawings without argument, which Luca received as appropriate. The first drawing in the book was the one he

In the way I brewed tea without calculating the worst-case scenario. This house—I called it home now, without hesitation. Iris ran through the sitting room, her hair tied back messily, her small giggles filling the air. "Mother, look!" she said, holding up a drawing she’d just finished. "I made us." I moved closer. The drawing was simple—three figures standing in front of a building with a high roof. "Who are they?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. "Mother," she said, pointing to one figure. "Iris." Then she pointed to the third. "Alpha Orion."

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.

Alessia used the time to start dinner, stealing glances over her shoulder at the intense concentration on both twins' faces, grateful for the ordinary rhythm of an ordinary afternoon after weeks that had felt anything but. "Done!" Aria finally announced, holding the paper up with both hands, beaming with the particular pride of an artist unveiling her finest work. Alessia dried her hands and crossed the kitchen, crouching down to see it properly. The drawing showed four figures standing in a row, holding hands, crayon sun beaming down from one corner of the page. Alessia recognized herself immediately — the specific yellow Aria always chose for her hair, close enough to accurate that it made

Heidi is no longer haunted by nightmares like she used to be and no longer lives in the shadow of fear because of the bitter memories of the past. Alex slowly walked over to the row of pictures that Heidi had pinned on her bedroom wall. A typical child's drawing certainly looks very disorganized. Alex thought that Heidi did not inherit his drawing talent. But so far the pictures Heidi made are pretty clear to see. At the far right is a picture of a family portrait. Heidi wrote the names clearly under the pictures she made using her children's signature handwriting. A picture of a father, mother, and also daughter which is Heidi. The girl was drawing them in a cheerful vibe in the garden beca

“I had to work backward from chaos.” Rhys took the napkin and opened it to compare. A rough drawing was in the middle of the faded fabric, and it looked almost identical to the ring he held. Thalia had done an amazing job bringing the sketch to life. The drawing was old, smudged, dirty, and terrible. At the bottom of the drawing, in faded ink, sat a single letter: H. His hands brushed over the coffee stains.

I curtesy playfully “The room looks better.” They let out a chuckle. Athena plops herself on my bed "I absolutely love your room, so cute and small..." “Nah. You just love the owner of the room.” I say, sticking my tongue to her. She closes her eyes, relishing the moment. Obviously, Athena is my one weird princess. Prince Ares stands staring at the wall “What are these drawings Hermione?” He asks. I make to my feet, standing beside him. The drawing looks strange. “I really don't know Prince Ares, I haven't seen this, and it looks so new. I didn't make this...” I say