Based on the story of Pygmalion and Galatea (also used a painting of them as reference).
Grantaire was a man who possessed no belief for anything. He cared for nothing but his art and his wine. Though he was lonely and sought companionship, he had fallen in bed with the fairer sex enough times to form a disapproving opinion of them. The faults he found in his past paramours led to his disgust in regards to women and had started to shun them – even going as far as to swear never to wed a woman. Thus, for comfort, he centered his life on his craft – he painted, he carved, and he sculpted – finding great talent in the last one. Using his skills, he sculpted a statue out of marble – a man with graceful stature, lithe limbs, modeled in perfect contrapposto. It was work of great beauty and Grantaire instantly fell in love with his own creation.
Every day he caressed the statue’s chiseled face and laid a gentle kiss on his marble lips. Though not a man of religion, he often found himself praying to the gods that if they were to ever grant him a proper lover, may it be one such as his marble statue. Believing it was impossible, Grantaire found himself drowning deeper in the welcoming arms of absinthe.
Aphrodite, hearing the fervent prayers of this man who generally did not believe in anything, took pity on him and granted his wish.
When Grantaire returned to his home from a day in the tavern, he caressed his statue’s visage and gently placed a kiss on his lips but, instead of the sensation of cold marble that he expected, he felt warmth press back. He attributed such sensation to his inebriated state. However, he started when he felt arms wrap around him in a tight embrace, pulling him into the warmth of another body.
He pulled back to gaze into the cobalt eyes of his once marble statue. And, as he laid his eyes on the beautiful man in front of him, Aphrodite whispered into his ear a word that escaped his lips.
At that, the man took Grantaire’s hand and smiled.