Muse : The painting

Your feet moved along with the sand as it quivered , washing under the shore of waves. Your dress flowed and the lace danced with the wind while your hairs growed under the sun giving a shine of gold. You hummed singing different tunes. Not too far from here, a figure's fingers moved like they swing in dances. The paint squandered on his face. He was immersed in his muse - his hands moving like there was no tomorrow. Then they stopped. He let out a breath he didn't know he held in. His hands stretched back - his body straightened. Then his gaze turned to the piece of his muse. His eyebrows arched into a furrowed position, the brush broke.His blue eyes scanned over every detail like a person obsessed. His fingers trembled and he looked up. The sound of your giggles was reminiscent of his ears - his lips spread into a smile - while you danced without any hint of your admirer. You hummed and your eyes blinked when you felt someone looking at you. Your head pulled up and your eyes met the stranger's. Something shined in that moment. Like destiny in pebble stones. Your eyes wavered to his features. Blue eyes kept on staring at you. So intense you felt it made your heart beat faster. You looked away for a second and then your eyes flickered back. He was still gazing intensely at you. Then a grin broke on his face. Your face flushed. “ Y/n!” And you broke out of your thoughts. Your head turned in a panic to see your younger sister running up to you. She hugged your legs and peeked with shiny eyes. “ Mom's calling. The food's ready.” “ Oh?” Your eyes softened. A sound of hunger broke from her stomach. You smiled and patted her head. “ Let's get you something to eat.” and you both walked away. He started at you moving away. His smile vanished just as he could no longer see you look his way. His gaze lingered at the eye contact you both made. His gaze was sharp as he turned to look at the portrait in front of his eyes. You looked so beautiful, those plum red lips looked like the roses of blood themselves and your eyes - well - words wouldn't describe those crystal looking eyes. “ Master Damian, The food is ready.” Came the voice of the butler. Damian didn't look back, only grunted at being disturbed. “ I'm not in the mood pennyworth.” Alfred spoke, “ Well the food isn't going to finish itself.” Damian glared at him, Alfred signed. “ It seems all his sons are as stubborn as him.” “ I'm my father's son, of course I resemble him.” Damian growled. Alfred nodded unamused, “ Yes, that glare too, how appealing.” Alfred walked closer and brought his hands towards the brush. He elegantly picked up the brushes placed in front of the man. His old veteran eyes met Damian's sharp ones. He spoke with a cold voice. “ If the food doesn't suit your appeal, ‘Several Toys’ have been prepared, Master d**k is below in the cabin,you may join him if your heart desires.” He said, “ Now let me clear the mess.” “T-t, fine.” Damian let him go, taking away his brushes and paints. His ears strode up when he heard you calling your mother and father. He could see you having a barbecue party with your family and relatives. Your bright smile as you stole a piece of barbecue was brilliant. He could almost see you and his children. You being their mother and being his beloved and cherished wife. Oh, it would be stunning. Especially a good way to finally shut his brothers up. Killing two birds with one stone. He couldn't wait to see you spending time with all his sister-in-laws. They could use some company, more since his brothers and sisters had forbidden them to leave the cabin and kept them locked up. He'd seen them weep so many times. But you wouldn't be like that. His family was foolish. He wasn't so lost to let his darling believe she had such control. It would be good to get the green alien to ‘modify’ her emotions. But he wanted to feel you whole. It wouldn't do, to make the mother of his children and his muse , be incomplete. Now would it? His hand came closer to the amount of you humming as you walked down the shore. The paint smudged and strode near your ankles. He smirked. yeah. Those pretty ankles would do just fine. Then she wouldn't be able to do what her sister-in-laws dreamed. Thinking they could escape. ( Your lovely little eyes just need to look at him after all)