ΛΛΛ COMMISSION ΛΛΛ
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My hands were covered in paint - vivid and chaotic, smelling of life and new beginnings. His hands were covered in blood. The kind that wonβt wash off, that had seeped into the lines of his fate and become the price of his ideals.
I muttered that he would get stained, trying to slip out of his grasp. But William only tightened his hold, gentler.
- "My hands have long been stained," he said quietly, and by the way the corner of his lip trembled, I understood - this was not a metaphor, but a judgment upon himself. "And in yours⦠life remains."
And then his lips touched my skin. William kissed the paint on my hands as though touching life itself - the life he had denied himself. And in that touch lay all our tragedy: he, who brought death, was reaching for someone who knew how to create.
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artist: tglentyai
I decided to treat myself and ordered a commission for the first time! I really loved this artist's work, so I just couldn't pass it up.
We had some issues during the payment process, and I was so lucky that they were incredibly patient and understanding. Thank you so much for your kindness and for the amazing work you've done. I'm absolutely thrilled! β€οΈβπ₯
