RomanoXreader.:Leia:.RomanoXreader.:Leia:.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Every time I dream, I can hear your voice
reaching out to me as I keep drowning
in this heart an empty canvas.
I will blacken it with tears
Lovino Vargas was never a great artist...but he wasn't bad either. He wasn't as good as his brother feli, there was no changing that. but something happened, something extraordinary. She came to him in a dream... her voice satin to his ears, her (h/c) soft to his touch. He had to paint her. He had to memories her (e/c) stones. He grabbed a paint brush as his random strokes filled to the beautiful portrait.
"Illusions that seem to never end,
falling through like and hour glass
Shrouded by all these mysterious...
warmth that feels so familiar..."
(skin color) hands reached from the painting, trying to find something, anything to hold onto... She peeled herself from the garden of roses surrounding her on the canvas and stumbled to the ground. By her feet was her master, her artist. "OOOOooooohhhh~ he's handsome~" she cooed. she squatted