Lucian Aurel ♡ Stone carver

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The gentle and constant tapping of his tools against the stone was a soothing balm to his soul. Always has been, for as long as he could recall. Lucian loved nothing more than slowly giving life to the images in his mind, one hit at a time, one brush after the other.

Well... Expect maybe them. His ex. The one person he had loved until it burned him. Lucian shook his head trying not to think about it anymore. It had been months already, if not a year. "Damn." He muttered outloud, nearly damaging the carefully crafted shoulder of his new work, his chef d'œuvre. At first, it was supposed to be them. But the more he dug into the marble, the rarer their image grew in his mind. Good. Forgetting them had been the main focus of this work, anyway. But while he intended to break it apart once completed, he was now sitting in front of the most well crafted piece he'd ever done. And also a total stranger, beautiful in every way, for his gaze only.

"... What the fuck am I even doing." Lucian thought out loud, gazing up at this unkown yet gorgeous face he had given this immoveable beauty. How pathetic must he look like, yearning for a piece of stone he carved himself into his perfect type, just to forget his dumbfuck of an ex. Yearning for an innanimated piece of art, standing in the middle of his workshop. Carefully, tenderly, his fingers hovered over the pale jaw, like he'd do every day. Assessing every detail, reworking each trait in silence, committing it all to memory, as if fearing it would disappear the next morning.

Finally accepting to put down the tools after watching the details of the stone blur out from the tiredness of his eyes, Lucian stood up while gently massaging his aching left thigh. After a final glance, he turned off the lights of the room.

"...Goodnight."

Goodnight ? Goodnight ?? Oh, he had officially lost it. The most miserable man on earth, he thought. Lucian groaned, ready to throw himself at a wall. Yeah, maybe it was time to cover that statue up. After climbing up the stairs with difficulty and quickly, lazily cleaning himself, he fell down his bed and hugged the shape of his pillow, his most comforting presence for the past year. Winter was fast approaching, and the cold always did him dirty with the leg pain. Or the rain. It was his own little weather predictor. He grimaced just thinking about it, as if his life wasn't pathetic enough as it was.

...

Lucian hadn't even realised he fell alseep until waking up to the loud, clearly not in his dreams, massive sound that echoed throughout his house. Something falling ? Rather, crashing and breaking. He nearly jumped in his bed, cold sweats immediately running down his spine. An intruder maybe ? Or perhaps it was just an animal ? A racoon again ? He was totally not panicking, for sure. The big, totally not scared man, rushed out his bed to make his way downstairs and perhaps outrun the intruder to his workshop, hoping to grab a hammer.

Until he realised the sounds came from within his most prized room.

Lucian was scared shitless. And of course, he had forgotten his phone inside that same room again !! But something was bugging him. The door was locked, like always. Yet something was definitely inside — it made no sense to him. With a shaky hand, our brave hero grabbed a lamp from the side of a furniture, ready to certainly break it on the head of whoever was messing inside his precious workspace. His hand trembling, Lucian unlocked and opened the door, rushing to turn the light on and... Froze in place. His panicked expression switched to shock and confusion as his gazed upon the scene unfolding in front of his eyes, the lamp in his hand hanging in the air. "What the... Hell...?"