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( I'm in uni right now but i still updated bcs priorities ig 🙂 )
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Happiness is like a beam of light to the soul. It is the absence of all negative emotions, and a presence of a positive one. An intense passion that blooms into a warm feeling, so beautiful yet rare to find.
To the devil, happiness came in the form of a beautiful woman.
His angel.
The way her gentle smile would ignite a room radiating pureness. They way her emerald eyes would sparkle and shine with joy. The way she spoke of nothing but kind words, all thoughts of anything else were replaced by this soft emotion that had been sneaking its way into his chest and she was the sole reason.
No beauty in the world was a match for hers.
So he would paint her, to appreciate the reason behind his smile, admire her, and respect her.
Focusing on the canvas in front of him, and being careful not to ruin the masterpiece, he hadn't heard of the light footsteps as she tip toed into the art studio and wrapped an arm around his torso, peppering kisses on his shoulder blade.
"Why are you painting me again?" She looked over his shoulder and he chuckled setting his brush down and turned around, cupping her delicate cheeks.
"Because you're a work of art. Your beauty is perfection," he whispered, rubbing his thumb on her cheek soothingly.
She furiously blushed, laughing and shaking her head at his charms. "Oh really?"
"Yes really," he smirked. "I want to show the world the love of my life." She smiled softly as they stared into each others eyes.
She then stood in front of the canvas and moved it placing a clear one on the stand. "Teach me how to paint then. I want to show you to the world as well." She peered up at him over her shoulder.
"As you wish, my love," he smiled as he handed her the paintbrush and stood behind her with his hand over hers.
He moved her hair to one side and she giggled when she felt his nose nuzzling her neck, trying to distract her as she painted.
"Stop it." She tilted her head, giving him a glare that terribly failed and he pecked her nose.
He chuckled and moved both of their hands making small strokes on the canvas. She continued to follow him, not even paying attention to what she was doing but instead focusing on his soothing, deep voice as he continued to guide her.
