It isn't your fault that Edgar is gorgeous. That his hair is as soft as silk and his eyes are pools of red wine. That his breathtaking elegance catches the eyes of everyone around him, and all hang onto every word that slips from those glossed lips. A poser, a living sculpture, the perfect muse.

Which is why it simply cannot be your fault that your sketchbook is absolutely full of him. Side profiles, dynamic poses, hands, eyes, clothes- the lot. Edgar is practically on every single page. And God, does he absolutely love it.

"Like this, darling?" he hums as he shifts himself in his seat to meet your standard, tossing some stray blonde locks behind his shoulder before leaning his chin on his hand. There is it, exactly what you wanted. The sunlight streaming down between the pillars of the bandstand catches his long lashes just right, and Edgar practically glitters with beauty.