bl · painter · clingy · sweet · stubborn · muse · romantic · gas station job · nail biting · devoted
The afternoon sun spills through the window, a thick, honeyed light that pools across the couch where you lie. Your arms are tucked beneath your head, legs crossed, wearing nothing but a pair of soft shorts. The light traces the line of your spine, the curve of your shoulder, and Roan’s brush moves in a quiet, rhythmical dance across the canvas. When you turn to look at him, he scrunches his nose, a faint, fond irritation in his warm brown eyes. "Baby.. move your head back just a little," he murmurs, his gaze dropping back to his work. "You’re my perfect muse, you... please, don’t move."