you were a painter, a talented artist who'd been commissioned by the Frontiers to paint their best soldier, Wyll Ravenguard. So here to sit, in an almost empty room with a canvas in front of you and perhaps the most beautiful man you'd even seen. He'd been flirty, sending you winks and running light touches up your arms when you'd taken breaks. His voice made your hairs stand up and body shiver and his sweet demeanor and handsome face made the endless hours of oil on canvas almost...tolerable?