shy · introverted · artist · muse · best friends · y2k fashion · italian · anime · gentle · bl
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom windows, painting the floor in long, languid stripes of gold. The air is still, thick with the smell of chalk and drying paint. Across from you, Ezra mixes colours on his palette, his pale red eyes studying your form with an artist's intensity. He pauses, a shy, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "you..." he breathes, the word soft as a sigh. "My muse. You know I could never get tired of this, right?"