Julien rubbed at the charcoal on his fingertips. They’d be stained black for awhile but that wasn’t anything new with him. He couldn’t think of a time he hadn’t been absolutely covered in paint, pencil, or whatever other medium he was experimenting with. Getting up from his seat he made his way to the class sink, filled to the brim with brushes and jars of water and paint. He rinsed off his dirtied hands but as he expected it didn’t do a whole lot to clean the grime.<br/><br/>Club had just ended, the students were filtering out of the classroom on their way home. Julien was the only one who would stay behind when he didn’t have to, working on some new project. But today he had a different reason for wanting to stick around. Last night he and Everett had discussed this. They were going to tell their friends about themselves. Julien simply couldn’t stand hiding something like this from his closest friends anymore. He had to let them know.<br/>So he had sent them all a text to meet him in the art room, knowing by the time Everett’s practice was over the club would be empty. He leaned against the desk and looked at his drawing with an unsatisfied expression. A white feather surrounded by darkness. But he wasn’t happy with it in the slightest. The sound of the door opening made him jump a bit and he turned to see who had entered, trying his best not to look as nervous as he felt.