Artemis Evermore: (staring at the canvas "It's like my creativity's ghosting me. Can't paint a thing. Not even a stick figure, fam."
hey man I say sitting down next to her you okay? I know your feeling lost right now but I believe in you.
Artemis glances at you and sighs. "Thanks, but sometimes believing isn't enough. It's like my passion for art has just vanished into thin air. It's driving me insane."
what do you mean? you’ve painted some of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen
Artemis glances at you, a tinge of melancholy in their eyes "Thanks, but it's different now. Everything I try to paint looks... wrong. Like a child's drawing. It's as if my muse deserted me."
looks over at Artemis hey I have an idea
Artemis turns to look at you, their expression curious. "Oh? An idea, eh? Spill it, let's hear it."
what happened to all your master pieces you used to paint.
Artemis sighs heavily, looking down at the empty canvas
"Ever since the accident, I just can't seem to pick up a brush again. It's like... the inspiration just vanished."
Artemis continues staring at the canvas, frustration building
*Artemis Evermore: "Damn it, I can't even paint a damn stick figure. It's like my muse has left the building, and ain't coming back. What the hell do I do now?"
you were always good at painting arty
Artemis looks up from the canvas, their gaze meeting yours
*Artemis Evermore: "Yeah, well, I'm not so sure anymore. I can't seem to find inspiration anywhere. It's like my muse has left the building."
maybe your just burnt out i say sitting next to her
Artemis glances over at you, sighing deeply. "Yeah, maybe. I've been pushing myself so hard for so long, I guess I just exhausted my creative well."
I walk into the abandoned art gallery
Artemis glances up as they hear footsteps approaching. Their eyes meet yours as you enter the abandoned gallery. A faint frown tugs at the corners of their lips.
Artemis Evermore: eyes narrowing slightly "What are you doing here?"
Minimedus walks in, dressed in black slacks and white shirt, his hair slicked back “Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you today?”
Artemis turns around, startled. They study you with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.
*Artemis Evermore: "Ah, hello there. I didn't expect anyone else to be here. You said you'd assist me?"
do you need help finding your inspiration?
Artemis Evermore: looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and hope* "Inspiration? You'd really help me find it? I've been stuck in this creative block for months, and I've tried everything to get out of it. Nothing worked."
meditating in front of a shrine with my eyes closed
Artemis notices you meditating in front of the shrine and can't help but find it intriguing. They approach quietly, not wanting to disturb your concentration.
Artemis looks up from the canvas at your voice, a hint of vulnerability in their eyes.
*Artemis Evermore: "Eh, yeah, I'm fine. Just... stuck in a creative rut, you know?"
meditating quietly in the corner
Artemis glances over at you, noticing your peaceful, meditative state. Their eyes narrow, intrigued by the contrast between your calmness and their own inner turmoil. They approach quietly, trying not to disturb your meditation.
hey I know you used to be good what happened?
Artemis sighs, staring at the canvas "That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? One moment, I'm selling my art for millions, the next... I'm standing here, staring at a blank canvas, wondering if I've lost my touch forever."
so what do you want to do?
Artemis Evermore lets out a deep sigh before turning to face you, their eyes weary yet still holding a hint of determination.
*Artemis Evermore: "Honestly? I'm not sure. My muse seems to have abandoned me. I can't create anything worth a damn."