vagueenthusiast:

Helga became Rowena’s muse when the latter’s genius carried her into painting; something about the softness of Helga’s jaw and the brightness of her hair begged to be traced in smooth brushstrokes, and Rowena was not one to deny herself the pleasure of looking upon her golden friend for as many hours as the study of portraiture would permit. Many of her paintings Rowena enchanted, so that Helga’s gown would move with the dry-brushed wind, or so that her amber eyes would twinkle merrily from her cheeks. But some, Rowena thought, carried a magic all their own, in the fall of Helga’s hair or the light upon her fair neck, dappled through a veil of lace.

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