Hiccup Haddock Fanart Novels & Stories

Heavy stock, embossed lettering. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Julian Harcourt. Fine Artist. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> My stomach dropped. This was the artist. The one whose work was currently hanging all around us. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You're Harcourt," I said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I am. And you are?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Adrian Volkov." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.