𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄, doctor strange.

Art

                       Ana slowly sat herself down against the iridescent circular window on the second floor of Steven's silent house, and she grunted as her leg throbbed through her skinny blue jeans and an olive loose-fitting tee shirt, her feet covered in thick white socks that stretched to her ankle. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, strays sliding across her forehead like soft wind across her face. A large white notepad sat perched in her hand, her left hand gripping a pencil, rolling her finger across the soft wood. Her inspiration was at a downfall, and she gritted her teeth as her boredom was getting the best of her.

                  She winced when she heard the door in the foyer slam shut, and Steven walked in, his classic blue robe and red flouncy cape billowing around him, eyes shaded with a murderous glare as he clenched his trembling fists, his jaw set firmly in a frown as he began to trudge quickly up the stairs. Ana wrinkled her nose, confused at Steven's sudden droop of behavior, and she shrugged it off, turning back to her paper. Her legs splayed out in front of her, she laid her head back against the windowsill, sighing deeply. Then it came to her.

She would draw Steven. She had drawn everything else in the extravagant house.

                  It wouldn't be that hard, really. All she would have to do is just scrape her pencil across the paper, copying his features. Smiling widely, she pressed the lead to the thick paper, and drew, her hand moving fluently, creating black lines in the sea of white. Tapping a single dot against the paper, she leaned back against the windowsill again, smiling pridefully. It was just a sketch, but she marveled at it, her block broken. She turned towards the window with her head, setting the paper and pencil beside her. The sun was setting over the edge of the buildings in New York, creating an eerie golden glow over the city. She grinned softly, the silence of the building calling her. Letting her eyes droop, she felt her consciousness drifting, and made no move to make it stay. 

                As her vision became hazy, she took one last look around the grand foyer, and smiled widely before her eyes closed peacefully, and she breathed deeply, succumbing to the darkness of sleep.