I had this vision of Azriel breaking through his habit of idealization represented through a painting. The painting symbolizing his history of limerence and rendering women as untouchable ideals.
On the other end of this painting is Gwyn. She is the muse that finally reached back. She isnโt just paint and canvas, or the ideals his scarred hands shouldnโt taint. She faces all of him, and in doing so, breaks that barrier of idealism when he least expects it.
She meets him with fingers outstretched toward his shadowed and scarred hand. His shadows are present and curious, greeted with a smile.
I read a quote in a book the other day that perfectly described finding beauty in the unexpected: ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด: ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฌ๐บ.. ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ-๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ข๐ธ ๐ช๐ต.
It reminded me so much of the last line in Azrielโs bonus chapter where he describes the image of Gwyn as a thing of secret, lovely beauty. We can find beauty anywhere, but it is those moments that interrupt expectation and arrive unannounced that linger deep in the chest.
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