Konig - pvq

Wings behind your back, white like a snowy wasteland. You were gifted with a gift that people do not have.

You are standing in front of Konig. You know how tired he is. You gently take his hand in yours and feel his palms. They are big, rough, covered in calluses and scars, but you felt like Konig could hold your entire tiny world in his hands.

“I want to be your muse” - you say directly and so softly. You felt his hands squeeze yours.