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hc + creativity
Some would call it disgusting; but Vincent would call it art - a prick of his finger and blood drops out - he stares at the wound before shifting his gaze, and the blood begins to swirl in the air; shift and move about. It flows and swirls and slowly turns into a tiny little bird. Lips twitching up, he takes a hold of the blood figurine, much like a glass one it is hallow - as he’d rather not use too much of his blood on such a little thing. He places his finger in his mouth and licks at the cut before placing the bird down on the counter. Staring at it, he feels somewhat pleased.
Creative; he thinks - to use his power for not just protection - but for art.
hc + envy
He couldn’t help but stare at the way the young child before him tugged on his mother’s dress, eyes bright and full of joy. He couldn’t help but notice how the mother smiled fondly at her child and reached down to lift him into her arms, and kiss his full cheeks. It wasn’t often he missed his mother - but he could feel the pain in his chest raise as the father laughed and planted a kiss to both child and his wife; a happy family.
A family without flaw.
at one point, Vincent held that - but his birth father passed and that man stepped in. He ruined everything; even Vincent's bond with his mother. Shifting his gaze away from the happy family, he made himself busy and began to decorate the pastries before him.
He was, sadly, a tad envious - but he knew deep down those feelings would amount to nothing.
He can’t change what had happened.
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