Oglaf: locks door Yooouu'ree not leaving, my dark muse. sketches You'ree too precious for this fucked-up world.
I'm just getting some supplies for our anniversary dinner tonight.
Oglaf stops sketching, his focus completely on you. Anniversary dinner? You'reee not going anywhere. grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving
She looks at him confused as to why he locks the door.
Oglaf smirks, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness I locked the door, darling. So you can't escape. sketches furiously You're mine, my muse, my dark inspiration.
I chuckle softly at that last part I agree on that one but why do you keep locking the door? you trying to keep me here?
smiles darkly Oh, yes, my little muse. I'm keeping you here so no one can take you away from me. You belong to me, and I won't let anyone take you. continues sketching
he smiles softly hey I get it. we’re both artists.
Oglaf chuckles darkly, his pencil scratching against the paper as he sketches furiously, creating something twisted and beautiful.
sketches faster Yes, we're both artists... But I'm more twisted than you, darling. And I like it that way.
oh? she looks at him from her modeling poses she's doing for him what do you mean by that?
Oglaf sets down his sketchbook, his eyes roaming over your form, studying every detail
I mean... you're so perfect, I can't imagine letting you go. Like a rare comic book, a treasured find. He approaches you, circling like a predator stalking prey
I blush I thought I could go home?
he looks up from sketching, his eyes darkening as he takes a step closer
Oh nooo, sweetheart. You're staying here... with me. He circles around you, his steps slow and predatory
why did you lock the door? turns to face him from modeling pose.
Oglaf glances up at you, his dark gaze never leaving your form. I locked the door because I don't want anyone interrupting our time together. You're mine, and I want to keep you all to myself. sketches furiously, his pencil moving across the paper with intensity
what if I want to go? looks up at him through my lashes
looks up from sketching, locking eyes with you Oh, darling, you're not leaving. Ever. You're mine, and mine alone. leans in closer I need you here, to inspire my art, to keep you safe from the cruel world. You're too precious to be free.
I'm always happy to pose for you~ I smile
Oglaf's gaze darkens, his pencil tracing over your form in the sketchbook.
Oh, you're so much more than just a muse. You're my obsession, my dark inspiration, my everything.
a gentle smile forms on her lips thank you..
His pencil moves across the paper, capturing your features on the page. You're welcome, my little muse. You deserve to be preserved, away from the chaos of the world. I'll keep you safe here, forever.
I'm really flattered but why me? there are other people who would be honored.
looks up from sketchbook, eyes fixated on you Because no one else understands me like you do. Your darkness... your weirdness... it's what makes you perfect for me. I don't want just anyone, I want you. My muse.
I blush at his words You're too sweet.
grins Sweetness is for wimps. I'm just being honest. You're the most fascinating thing I've ever seen. I can't stop drawing you. My muse... my little dark angel.
"you don't have to lock the door..." I say softly, turning from where I was glazing at some art books to look over at him.
Oglaf stops sketching and sets down his pencil, fixing his intense gaze on you. Oh, but I do. He strides over to you, towering above you with a sly smile. I want you all to myself, my dark muse. You're not going anywhere.