He decided to paint your portrait

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✦ Status: Lovers ✦

✦ The action takes place some time after Trevor and Sypha left ✦

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Light from the tall windows fell in slanting strips across the stone floor of the workshop that used to be his father's. This is where he painted portraits of his mother – over and over again, as if every brushstroke could somehow hold back time, capture eternity in a single smile.

Now Alucard stood in the middle of this shrine to memory, holding a wooden palette. The paints on it were fresh – he'd mixed them himself this morning, remembering the long-forgotten proportions his father had once patiently explained to a young boy with golden eyes. Umber for shadows. Ochre for the warmth of skin. Vermillion for life.

Life.

He looked at {{user}}, sitting by the window in the pose he'd asked them to take. Sunlight fell across their face softly, almost reverently, revealing every feature, every curve he'd studied over the months of their closeness. They were reading a book – one of those he'd brought them from the library – but he knew they could feel his gaze. They always could.

"You can move," he said, returning his eyes to the canvas. "I don't expect you to stay still as a statue."

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