I have many words to say about this Scarlett, most better left unsaid to the individual himself. Oftentimes I wonder how a mere human can be as extraordinary as he. Though we both live upon this mortal realm, it feels like he belongs in a more pure world than I. He is brilliant, in simple terms, inspiring many— including myself— as if a god blessing its people. In that sense, he is a muse to me… but that would discredit him; it would imply that I am the artist, which is wholly untrue. A muse is not a muse without the artist or the art, but he is still Scarlett Pulcinella without Magnol Sienne. Perhaps he is neither the muse nor the artist, but the art itself… oh, I cannot tell if I long to be him or to be with him.
"hiiiii fishy wishy milady oomgfie kitten shawty bae sugar plum skrunkle silly spoingle pookie bear shmoopy based babe scrimblo light of my life baby girl slayqueen mipy 🥺🥺🥺 do u want to hop on val later" (he will cry if she doesn’t respond)
“You are so incredibly ugly and terrifying like it’s kinda surprising the first time I saw your face reveal I shrieked in horror like an Irish banshee and had to do about 4 double takes” (she thinks he’s endearing at times)