Cato swore to himself that he would find Clove. He made an unbreakable promise that in every other life, in every other time, he would be by her side.
- artist and muse au -
Cato is no longer vicious, no longer holding weapons. Instead, it's Henri, delicately holding the brush to the canvas.Henri is a known painter in their small town, his artwork adorning the walls of galleries and cafes. He's praised by locals and visitors alike. Yet, despite his acclaim, there is a noticeable absence in his collection - paintings of women.
Despite their curiosity, no one dared to ask him. All they could do was wonder why such a talented artist had never depicted the beauty of the women around him. Some speculated that he was waiting for the right muse to inspire him, while others pondered if there was a hidden story behind his art.
But as fate would have it, their questions were finally answered when Amelie arrived.
Henri felt something inexplicable; his longing disappeared. He didn't realize he had it until she arrived. Seeing her felt like witnessing a masterpiece; he was in such awe that he couldn't help but cry.
"What took you so long?" he thought to himself. His soul remained drawn to her's, an instinctual pull that led him to her side.
He finally found his muse.
One day, he suddenly stopped painting, puzzling people. What they didn't know was that he continued to paint, but solely for his muse. His canvas and sketchbook were filled with portraits of her. Even when he did it beautifully, it still couldn't capture her true beauty. He loves her so much that he will never get tired of painting her until he dies.
They have lived a peaceful life together. Far from the violence of their past life in the arena as tributes.
He knew that they would eventually part ways again: in death. So through art, she would be immortalized. He would seek her again in the next life, just like he promised.
She will always be his muse in every life they'll have.
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Fanfictionjust random Clato thoughts crossing my mind while I'm having terrible writer's block ..