Perfectionist

Tattoo

Alexis' POV.

Antonio sings a lullaby, his soft voice lulling me into a sleepy state as my tiredness takes over.

I can't believe it.

I'm about to fall asleep in a guy's arms.

What is this, a rom com?

Somehow, I find the warmth from his arms and chest comfortable.

It feels much more comfy than my bed.

My thoughts settle and the last thing I see is a warm grin on a certain guy's face.

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The next day.

I jolted awake,"Haah..." I breathed heavily.

"It wasn't...A dream...Was it?" I muttered as I hug my pillow.

I shake my head rapidly as numerous thoughts and devilish ideas spring to my mind.

Jesus, if I keep blushing like that, I'll turn into a tomato sooner or later.

So, I did the best thing a person like me could do in a situation like this could do.

Channel it.

I'd write down or draw out all my inner thoughts, feelings and emotions, my darkest and deepest emotions and feelings.

I stand up and sit down at my table, summoning a piece of paper and a pencil.

I start to draw.

I don't know what I'm drawing, just following what my mind tells me to do.

My mind finally relaxes, my face isn't beet red and I'm playing smooth jazz in my head as my hand moves.

I take my first serious look at the picture and I see my thoughts all being placed into one place.

It was a picture of two wings, one was an angel's white and fluffy with an innocent allure while the other was a devil's, dark and jagged, a charming allure of danger and sexualisation covered it.

In the midst, was a sword.

Well, that guy's sword, to be exact.

It's the one that's part of the Fire God set I designed for him so I knew the ins and outs of the design.

It had chains protruding out of it, curling and wrapping around the wings. (A/N: Picture above.)

Behind it was a wall of unreadable signs that I felt described my mental state to a T.

I stared at it blankly, as if willing it to do something.

I still felt something missing.

It felt odd, as if something about it was off, or wrong.

Then after minutes of introspection, I realised it.

The canvas.

The canvas this was drawn on was not a right one.

It was lifeless while the drawing depicted something much more.