"Did Botticelli ever paint a woman more beautiful?" ~Marius

 

 
Marius

All the town had been talking about him, this strange and eccentric man, the secretive artist who had a house full of apprentices and wealth without measure. How happy I was when he finally entered my home.

Marius, the magician. It seemed there was nothing he wasn't capable of. How could anyone help but love such an extraordinary person?

The more that I was drawn into his world, the more I wanted to remain there. This didn't change, not even when I knew that he'd taken Amadeo completely into that world, and left me just outside of it.

The fire came. I thought they'd both been taken from me. When I learned that Marius had survived, I went to him immediately. I knew I could never take the place of Amadeo, but I also knew that he needed me, and that was enough. Enough to make my decision easy.

I tried to be a worthy fledgling, though I know that I sometimes failed. Of course, he would never admit to that, but I knew. I was weak when he needed my strength. Even in his wretched condition, he remained strong when I couldn't be. Maybe that's what made it so easy for me to leave as I did.

That was so long ago, and not something I want to dwell upon now. I know that I hurt him, just as he knows that he hurt me. Pride kept that distance between us, but sometimes it's best to know when to let go of that foolishness and move forward. I'm ready now.

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