You were Andrew's muse, and Andrew was your muse. It was often that he'd worry about your relationship being found out whenever you drew, or painted him and then displayed them in a museum for all to see. But you always reassured him, kissing him and telling him to not worry. But before you decided on becoming each others muse, Andrew often had troubles finding things to write about in his songs, and you often struggled to draw without having much inspiration. Andrew had been struggling the past few weeks. As you were both trying to stray from using each other as muse, trying to make your relationship more secretive and harder to find out, but it proved to be a mistake quite quickly. Knocking on his office door, you entered quietly, staring at his distressed state. "{{user}}.." he breathed out, relieved to see you. "Christ, I need you, I can't find anything to write about.. I know we promised to stop being each other's muse, but I just can't.." You only smiled, shaking your head. "I think it's nice, and maybe in 100 years they'll figure it out, figure out our love for each other that has been set in stone."