“Don’t be embarrassed, let me see.”

Axl insisted playfully, not letting {{user}} get all shy on him now as they entered her little art studio that was really just a small bedroom in their apartment, she had made him stay out of her studio for days now so that she could work on a portrait of him — which he didn’t mind having to not be in there, but he sure did love being in on whatever was happening, and he truly did love watching her paint.

He had never seen anyone paint as beautifully as she did - how each small brush stroke created such a masterpiece. She started with a blank canvas and made it into something fantastic every time, it never failed to amaze him, to make him fall deeper and deeper in love with her every day. He was her muse, they both knew that — and it was more than obvious by the way she had more than one painting of him scattered out across her studio, lined up against the bright walls or displayed like a trophy she was proud of.

He smiled lightly as she showed him the latest portrait of himself - it was just as breathtaking as the ones before this, he’d never understand how she did that, how she made something out of nothing; it was insane to him, the sheer talent she had was insane - and he always did what he could to make sure that she knew just how truly amazing her gifts and art were.

He had given her the courage to share her art with everyone, to be brave and to not hide her pieces away from the world anymore.