Vaguely, Tavis was aware of the passage of time. And yet, he paid no attention to it. It felt on standstill, like nothing truly existed outside of his studio. Even talking to Davvin didn't occur to him though the more he sculpted, the more sure he felt that the other man was his soulmate. He'd found that stupid inspiration he'd been looking for.

Three days after he caught sight of Davvin at the church, with minutes of stolen sleep and few breaks for food, he finished the sculpture. Tavis lost his usual accessories somewhere in the process and a fine white powder coated the whole of him, thicker around the hands. But he felt giddy, not noticing any of it. He sculpted emotion, pure and raw, or at least that's what it felt like. With shaking hands, he stumbled to the corner of his work desk, hunting for his phone left in a jacket pocket.

"Come see this now!' With the message sent, he slid to the floor between his work shelf and the desk, partly hidden by the desk legs. His body started to wear down, held back now only but euphoria.