Whispers of Love

Colors of Forever

😼 Author's POV:

Saint's hand trembled as he laid down the final brushstroke. He gazed at their artwork, a mixture of awe and pride swelling in his chest. Gently, he caressed Perth's cheek with his free hand, his breath catching in his throat as he spoke, his voice almost a whisper. "Pin... it's finished."

The words stirred Perth from his trance. He had been lost in the calm of the moment, floating in his own world as they painted together, Saint nestled against him. It happened every time; when they painted like this, with his Saint held close, Perth felt the world fading away, leaving just the two of them and the colors on the canvas. Tightening his embrace around Saint, he finally allowed himself to focus on the painting, a sense of wonder filling his voice. "It's... us, babe."

Saint nodded, unable to speak, as he took in the blending colors. Somehow, their talents, distinct yet complementary, had melded into a single, breathtaking masterpiece. The stormy, deep blues of Perth's strokes flowed seamlessly into Saint's warm oranges and reds, together forming a sunset over turbulent waves.

"It's everything we've been through," Perth murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "The darkness, the light... the struggle... and the beauty."

Saint leaned into him, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed every detail of the painting. "We did this together," he whispered, his tone rich with happiness. "Just like we'll face everything else... together."

A soft smile tugged at Perth's lips as he wrapped an arm around Saint's slim waist, pulling him closer. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Their eyes met, and in that single glance, they shared a lifetime of memories-the triumphs, the heartache, and all the silent, tender moments in between. Saint's heart raced as Perth leaned in, pressing his lips to his in a kiss that was gentle, affirming. It was a kiss filled with the promise of countless tomorrows, of shared dreams and unwavering devotion.

As they parted, Saint rested his forehead against Perth's, his voice barely a breath. "I love you, " he murmured. "Through every storm and every sunset."

Perth's answering smile was radiant, his eyes shining with love. "And I love you, my artist, my anchor, my everything."

They stood there in silence, wrapped up in each other, their hearts beating in unison as they cherished this perfect moment.

. . .

Just then, a loud rumble broke the silence. Saint blinked, momentarily startled, before realizing it was his own stomach. A bashful smile crept onto his face as he glanced up at Perth, who was already grinning.

Perth chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, sounds like it's time to feed my sexy artist."

The playful remark earned him a light smack on the chest from Saint, who was blushing furiously. "Don't say things like that!" he mumbled, unable to hide his flustered smile.

Perth only laughed, a low, throaty sound that made Saint's heart skip a beat. Still holding his hand, he led him out of the bedroom, guiding him over to a small dining table nearby. It was neatly set with an assortment of bite-sized treats: fresh fruits, delicate cheeses, chocolates, and pastries, all arranged with meticulous care. Saint's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze darting between the feast and Perth.

"When did you...?" he began, his voice soft with wonder.

Perth winked, pulling out a chair for him with a flourish. "I have my secrets, love. Now, sit and let me take care of you."