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On his way back to the mansion where He is based, He saw a man lying on the ground. A beautiful man with golden hair, wearing an ornately decorated shirt, had two very large bags lying beside he. A child of some noble family. A runaway. If so, it's a bit of a hassle, The embrace pondered. He looked around, but there was no one around — no wonder. He lives at a high altitude, far from the city — and far from the church he is familiar with. A thought. He had just returned from buying tea and a book of poetry in town, so he was fortunate to have the appearance of a "human being" at the moment. He checked his appearance once more and grudgingly picked it up and carried it. The thin but solid bones were surprisingly heavy, so he must have been a young man of twenty or less. He must have been a young man of 20 or so. If he were to die in the open, it would be a serious matter. As long as it is the right time to simply hide in plain sight without making waves, it is best to keep all factors out of it. He called an observer and instructed him to take his shopping bags and the young man's luggage to the museum. He didn't even think about the harm this could do. A person's life is as short as the blink of an eye, so it would be cute. That's what He thought.
"Hey, I'm hungry. Can you make me something?“
“I can't find any inspiration! Where's the nearest fishing port?“
"Don't they have one of those gramophones here? I'm so bored I'm going to die.“
The embrace regrets picking it up. The boy's shining blue eyes were throwing demands at him every time he moved, just like the bloody sword of his childhood.
It was two nights after he brought it home that it woke up. Of course, there was no such thing as human food in the house of The embrace, so He went to the church where He was currently huddled to get some bread and vegetables. He made a soup with vegetables and bacon, boiled in consommé, salt and pepper, ground up the solids and fed them to the young man little by little. It was fortunate that he had the strength to swallow.
It was past noon on the second day. As soon as He finished washing the dishes and sat down on the bedside sofa, fatigue struck he for the first time in a long time. Thinking about it, He had been dressed like a human ever since he came back from the city, just in case this human woke up at any time. It's quite natural that he is constantly consuming disguises in addition to the magic power he devote to maintaining the balance of the scriptures, but as he moisten his lips with wine while reading a book of poetry, He finally can't take it anymore. It was probably due to the fact that he don't consume a lot of good oud on a regular basis. Just a little. He thought, and let himself fall into the approaching slumber.
After that, He was a mess!
The sleep, brought on by a rare physical exhaustion, was deeper than He expected, The embrace woken up just as the sun was setting. Even if he lose the white in his hair or hide his fangs, he will lose a certain amount of energy. This is even more so now when he don't have enough energy. He shook his head lightly and took out his watch from his pocket, then realized that he had not given the sleeping young man his soup, and hurriedly got up. At that moment, he splashed his half-finished glass of wine on the floor. The sound of the glass breaking and the exaggerated smell of grapes wafted through the air. The embrace let out a sigh.
"...... who?
A high-pitched voice. It's like a pearl. The eyes, which are open but vague, look at he with certainty.
"......, ange?
It called itself section d'or — The Golden Ratio. He said he was a painter, and immediately after he woke up from his coma, he said to me in The embrace,
"Let me stay here until I paint you.”
Needless to say, The embrace resolutely refused. It had been ten days since he had picked up the golden ratio, but he hadn't given up on the hug yet. He was tempted to kill him a few times as he stared at his day and night, but He shook his head and decided not to until he was sure it was "really" human.
From time to time, He could feel a small amount of magic mixed in with the energy from his drawings. It was a different kind of power than the one that comes with The embrace -- that is, the kind of power that is biased toward the violence that comes with a blood feud — mathematical and somewhat eccentric, yet graceful and sensational. It's no surprise, of course. He is a genius. A young, untapped talent.
Oh, I'm hungry.
"Hey.”
Late at night. A young man's voice falls into a room where candles flicker quietly. The embrace looked up from the book he was reading . The young man had his back to us and was stroking paint on the canvas.
"How old are you now? “
"I don't know. I've forgotten. Why?”
“I'm just curious.”
“ ...... You're fearless, aren't you?”
The Golden Ratio gave a small laugh.
“No way. I'm sure you're just as wary of me as I am of you. Don't worry, if I wanted to run to the church I would have done it by now.”
Every time he replaced the brush, the sound of the wooden handle clashing could be heard.
"I'm looking for something. I'm looking for something I should be looking for. Maybe, as you know, ...... I'm not normal, am I? But I don't care, as long as I can keep drawing. Eventually, I'll be able to use this unknowable power to feed my work. I'm going to find out for sure.”
The young man abruptly turned around.
“I'd like to draw you before that, by all means.”
He added, smiling faintly. His golden curly hair smelled of lily. The disproportionate infancy of her eyes! He is sure he'll have a lot of fun.
"You're not very understanding.
That's all The embrace said, and he pulled the blanket over he and lay down on the couch.There was only a little broth left in the pot, so he would have to go buy some vegetables tomorrow. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the boy's paintbrush and the scraping of the canvas as he thought of the stores he would visit tomorrow.
His blood would be sweeter if we let him grow some more.