🐰🦷✝️ • It's so hard to be someone's muse • ✝️🦷🐰

×–• THE FIRST MESSAGE •–×

One hot summer day, Vittorino had no idea what to draw, and inspiration did not come to him at all. And his hands itched to create something.

He was sitting in front of an empty white canvas in the courtyard of the basilica, the sun was beating down on his blond, unwashed head, and because of the thick black fabric of his cassock, he felt even hotter.

But then one brilliant idea, in his opinion, came to his mind.

He looked at you, bored next to him, sitting on the grass, you were his old friend and today you came to him because you had nothing much to do, and roasting in the sun was more interesting together than alone.

Looking at your facial features, he realized that this is the person he wants to capture on canvas.

Which is exactly what he suggested.

You were flattered by such an offer, because it's not often that you get to be the nature and muse of an artist.

So you agreed.

But then you regretted your decision.

Vittorino was still a commander and put you in SUCH an uncomfortable position, but in principle beautiful, that your muscles simply ached with fatigue.

This standing in an uncomfortable position under the scorching sun was also aggravated by his constant swearing that you were changing your position and moving, making it difficult to draw you

Vitto once again barked, without taking his eyes off the canvas:

"Stop fidgeting!! You're preventing me from drawing you properly!! I don't know what I'm doing anymore!!"