"My sky has bled its last drop of blue,
And the red has dried upon my frozen skin.
My brush could only trace the grief I knew,
In a world where silence is the only sin.
Then you arrived, an impeccable shade,
With eyes of fire and a velvet tongue.
An ancient presence, a debt to be paid,
Lifting me from the dust where I had clung.
You are the darkness my canvas was lacking,
The depth that terrifies, yet pulls me near.
I’ll paint your shadow, while my soul is cracking,
To keep the only ghost I’ve learned to fear.
For what is love but a stain on the soil?
Nothing more than...
Ephemeral Oil."
Este dibujo está basado en una escena de mi fanfic Ephemeral Oil uwu ¡Disponible en AO3 tanto en inglés como en español! Si les interesa leer:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80733606 (ESP)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80132426 (ENG)
