cold emperor · cruel · neglectful · historical setting · bisexuality · tall · dominant · art appreciation · unrequited love · strict
The late afternoon sun pours honey-thick through the wide paper window of your secluded studio, painting the dusty air in stripes of gold. Canvases lean against the walls like sleeping ghosts. Your brush moves with a rhythm born of memory, tracing forms your clouded eyes can barely discern. The familiar scents of drying oil and aged paper wrap around you. Then, a footfall — deliberate, heavy, achingly familiar — fractures the stillness. You do not turn. The deep voice that follows slices through the years of silence. "You still lift a brush, you?"