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Hello! Could I request Dr Ratio with an artist s/o who loves making him their muse?

Contents: Dr. Ratio x gn reader, artist s/o, fluff, short drabble

“Is this truly necessary?” Words filter themselves out through his teeth, feign irritation lighting up his tone as his eyes run up your torso to follow the line of your arms, which seem to make it a point to make him as flustered as one could possibly make him. He has agreed previously to model for you, after some nagging from your end, and now that the deal was done and through, he couldn’t find it within him to excuse himself from the situation. Dr. Ratio is not a coward, he says to himself, donning his unamused expression as you set his arm in the position you best saw fit, an elegant outstretch of his muscles. His heart wishes to betray him, and he remains thankful for the rib cage that holds its thunderous beat within him. Can you hear it too? This wasn’t the first time, and arguably not the last, that you made Veritas your muse. The only difference was in the fact you’d usually draw him while he was going about with his everyday life, catching rather candid moments of him, reading a book, eating a snack or simply making dinner. The leatherbound notebook was rich with the sketches of him - and you’d admit that the works of him were your proudest. 

He is on full display, and the privacy of it, as well as his relationship with you, only put  a strain on his throat and vocal cords. He can only hope you don’t point out the coloring of his cheeks, which he trusts have become too obvious to be passed off as a simple play of light. 

“Yes, are you uncomfortable with this?” You ask, your hands quickly pausing their ministrations of moving him to instead look at his face. Coral colored eyes flicker up to you, gazing with you with a peculiar intensity. The shake of his head that gives you stirs his pretty locks of hair, and he mutters a ‘no, it’s fine’. Satisfied, you smile at him gently and lean in to work on his hair, your fingertips brushing aside the section that fell into his eyes. “Good.. If there is anything that you have to say, don’t hesitate to tell me” You said, a teasing lilt palpable in your voice, earning you a scoff from the man before you as he averted his gaze to the side. 

“I am not uncomfortable, but I am beginning to question your process of preparation” 

It was no mystery why he was acting this way, you knew him for long enough to pick up on these little details of his person, and it made him all the more endearing. For a man known for his rigor, he sure crumbled often around you, even when he truly tried to hold a lick of sharpness on his tongue. Daring to push him a little more, and to get his attention back to focus on you, you lean in and press your lips to his pink-dusted cheek before pulling away and walking back to where you set up your chair and canvas. 

“My preparation process is necessary. In the end, I’d hate to not do you the due justice once I put you down on paper” The sketching pencil had grown short over the course of the last month, having been tasked to draw the same muse time and time again. Yet, if the pencil knew how to speak, you’d be sure it would start babbling on about your affections for Veritas and the way you grow flustered under his intense stare while you bow your head to finally begin sketching him. 

You may have made him your muse today, but Veritas is getting the bright ideas to switch the roles the next time the opportunity rolls around, if for nothing else but to see you shrink under his gaze more as he marks your beauty down on his canvas. 

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