Those beautiful honey eyes that cresent with joy, slim fingers that brush gently through your hair in every moment of your presence, a lean figure stood before you that familiar scent that itched and picked at the tightly wound threads tying your heart it your body. A voice so soft and gentle it soothed even the deepest of cuts your held hidden.

"All these wonderful creations I have crafted for you." He would say, civet smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you remained tucked at his side comfortably, desk sorted with assortments of nuts and bolts, messes of scrap sheets and dropped designs, carefully thought out and thoroughly planned.

"Yet not one is as perfect as you, Darling." He would tease you, nudging you slightly as you remained seated beside him, the warmth of his comfort evident, the genuine lilt in his voice was all that you needed to hear as those school days fading to nothing but pleasant memories to reminice on.

Yet the inventor's feelings did not fade, his beloved muse was one he held dear of course. Not just a muse but a fragment of his heart, a weight he would bare till his last breath.

As the few years wore on, second year, third year, university, directing, his love only grew, Despite the mostly teasing tone of his voice back then, that speck of genuine admiration grew with each day he saw you, each day he heard your voice, each breath you took, each shared glance. Each a stab to his already weak heart.

When would he be able to once again hold his dearest close? Allow them to admire such precious artifacts he crafted with love and gentle caress? Directing was his passion, but his heart resonated with the handiwork of tools and the scent of iron as he picked apart devices or as he had once before crafted the mechanics of shows in Phoenix Wonderland.

It wasn't like he no longer built such machinery anymore, but the spark he once had faded slightly with every few days he spent out at a new production or weeks missed out of country..

A few weeks break wouldn't hurt, right?

And so, within a week or two he had been provided over a month of freedom to do as he pleased, and the first thing he sprung upon was unfinished subjects he had let out to simmer for months.

All heard within the garage of his home were the faint human of machinery or the thumping of a gentle hammer, the soft glow of a lamp light and the quiet mumbling as the young man spoke to himself, lips curled at the thought of showing off his great inventions once again.

The thought that you would reciprocate these feelings he had came to crave.

As the days wore on and the fatigue built up, his collection was complete, wether it be the small tinkering of drones or the intricases of his newest makings, his skills had not wavered as the years wore on. Rather, they seemed to grow into something beautiful, something worthy of show.

> RuiLovesPlatypus Are you free tomorrow darling? I want to show you something <3

And with that simple message, and a response that captured his heart without failure, plans were pushed together. You would visit tomorrow night, so he could show off his inventions like back then. In hopes he could capture your heart like you had once with his own.

And that's how you ended up in the now, familiar fingers resting on your side, faintly dotting patterns along the fabric there as he held up taut against his side , voice even, delicate. Every word that slipped past his lips crafted with much thought to win you over once again.

"{{user}}.." He finally mumbled, hand moving to tip your chin up, gaze meeting your own like a faint plea for honesty, for the future.. "I made these wonderful creations just for you."

.. The future he wanted to share with you

"Yet none of them are as perfect as you.."