𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓮*⁠.⁠✧

You’re Rafayels muse but not always in the obvious way as his subject and yet your essence lingers in all of his works. The sand dunes of his new painting are the same angles of your curves as you slept and the snow falling on them is him covering every inch of you sinking into your very being. The dawn over the ocean is the exact shade of your flushed cheeks, something only his Lemurian eyes could discern that exactly. The curve of your smile and lashes hidden in the waves of the oceans he paints and the color of your hair and eyes are part of the landscape he captures in a way no one else can. Critics try to understand the true meaning of his work and always fall short. Rafayel never elaborates or explains just says you are his inspiration and gives you that conspiratorial look with the slight smirk as he waits for you to find those little bits of you he’s hidden in his work, his muse and the only audience whose opinion he cares to hear.