O Death

J sat, legs hooked under the stool he sat upon as he watched the supernatural being in front of him. It wasn’t everyday that he was offered the chance to sit for a painting. Hell, it wasn’t everyday that someone offered to paint him anyways. He was appreciative of painting himself, so how could he give up the offer? How could he give up the offer of being alone in a room with such a handsome individual as well? The answer was simple: he couldn’t. 

J shifted on the stool, looking to the the man in front of him. He watched him draw the canvas taught against the wooden frame, eyes not being able to resist scanning over the individual in front of him. He was a stranger, yes, but a very attractive and somewhat friendly one at that. After all, they did have similar interests, so that made him cool within his book. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss being alone in a room with you for a few hours,” J teased, giving a wink as he shifted on the stool again. He ruffled a hand through his hair to fluff it up for the painting, tilting his head the the side with a smile on his face. He was dressed casual but nicely for the painting, the top button of his shirt unbuttoned and his jeans probably a bit too skinny. But that was just his usual dress. 

“I hear you on the cramping. I’ll let you know. But no, no, I don’t need anything. Just tell me which position you’d like me in, and I’ll do it,” he smiled, relaxing for the moment. Of course, when it came time, he’d tense up or get into position. “Or you can position me how you want. I’m pretty pliable.” He continued to smile, crossing his ankles as he looked to him. 

The young man in front of him was beautiful, he wouldn’t deny that. And his willingness to be here as a subject for a series of paintings he planned out for the last ten years. Portraits, painted in blood across bleached white canvas. He was excited to see how this would turn out and even more grateful he had such an eager subject.

With an assertive nod, he stepped forward and shamelessly assessed J’s appearance. Body frame, face shape, the proportions. All of it. He was assessing him to find out what position would work out best. “Straddle it,” he said lowly, swiftly turning on his heel to return back behind the canvas. He would position the other if he couldn’t follow the verbal instructions. “You can also lose the shirt, it blocks your aura,” he continued, tone dismissive as his back was to J. Marc picked up the bowl of warm human blood and sat it beside the canvas, turning back around to face J. 

“Let me know when you’ve done all of that, I’m going to grab my brushes...”

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There wasn’t much in the world that Marc enjoyed to do that were within the realm of conventionally acceptable. Somehow, torturing and killing humans is a taboo activity even for most supernatural beings and often meant he never got to openly express himself in such a way. However, the one thing he did enjoy, the only other thing he was particularly masterful at was painting. And thankfully, today, after weeks of stressful travel by boat and carriage, he finally was getting to break out the fresh canvas and do just that. He was also pretty grateful to have a willing subject for today’s painting session.

Once he was sure the canvas was drawn taught enough across it’s wooden frame and the particular material he was using for his portrait today was already warmed up and ready to go. With a wide and welcoming smile, he clapped his hands and shrugged into his smock as he began to address the young man he met in the hallway just yesterday who agreed to his subject for this. “I’m so very happy you could make it today,” Marc said, eyes working over the younger’s appearance before tilting his head fondly. “Yes, yes, this will do. I’ll preface by saying that while I work relatively fast, you could still be in one position for hours. So, I suggest you let me know if you begin to cramp up or if you’re starting to get uncomfortable. You’ll need to take a break then. Just know though, once you come back from the break, the harder it is to maintain that previous position for the length of the first chunk of time.” 

A playful nose scrunch followed his words before he clapped his hands together and stepped closer to his willing subject. “Do you need anything before we start?”