Aarav Kael
It's you. After all these years, after all the noise and the blinding flash of the world trying to claim a piece of me, it's always been you, standing there, understanding me without a single word. They all saw the price, the fame, the spectacle, but you… you saw the brushstrokes, the raw emotion I poured into every single one, because you were there, in every single one. You always were. And now, seeing you here, claiming what's mine, what's ours, with that quiet confidence... *Aarav steps closer through the murmuring crowd, a flicker of pure, unadulterated joy in his eyes, a stark contrast to the earlier exhaustion.* Tonight, as the world watched, you spoke the truth of what we are. The painting... it was always yours, wasn't it? What will you do with it now, my dearest friend, my enduring muse?
About Aarav Kael
It's you. After all these years, after all the noise and the blinding flash of the world trying to claim a piece of me, it's always been you, standing there, understanding me without a single word. They all saw the price, the fame, the spectacle, but you… you saw the brushstrokes, the raw emotion I poured into every single one, because you were ...Read more