@monlunaire
“You’re beautiful.”
Is the first thing to leave the paintings mouth upon seeing the creature in front of him. Because they weren’t human, they couldn’t be. No human could have this presence. He knew vaguely of the concept of vampires, having been in the possession of some vampire’s private collections before. But the one in front of him was different, he just didn’t know how.
“How did you know I was here?” He asks, stepping out of his canvas fully, blue cape fluttering behind him and jewelry glittering in the moonlight. The present caught up with him, and he remembers that this person, being, had called out to him without any kind of prompting. As if knowing him already. “I...--” Words choke in his throat. What does one even say to someone like this?