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Victor Grantz does not enjoy being the center of attention, being looked at by his peers. Scopophobia as the doctor described it. Edgar didn’t fully understand it. Growing up, he strived to be the center of attention; feeling useless if he was not the best.
Of course, this mindset of Edgar’s came with his own issues, but he’d rather not delve deep into those particular issues at the moment. Instead, he is focused on his lover’s odd phobia. Edgar is rather perspective; he’s been called a prodigy for how accurate he can look at something and seemingly come to life on paper. But this talent of his took constant looking. Whenever he is interested in something, he has a tendency to stare.
Before the duo became an official pair in the manor, Edgar would occasionally hang out with Victor, Luca, and Andrew when he needed to step away from his paints. He had been friends with Luca from his past, so besides the slight differences on his appearance from being in both the accident and in jail, he wasn’t much to look at in Edgar’s eyes. His eyes first went to the Albino; Andrew Kreiss. He was interesting to say the least, with his stark white hair, red eyes, and tall, muscular body, Edgar knew that he would have to steal him from Luca one day to paint him.
His eyes soon fell onto the postman, Victor Grants. From the way he positioned himself slightly behind the other two, Edgar could tell he was shy, having social anxiety mixed in there. But there was something odd Edgar couldn’t see, not listening to Luca’s overdone introduction of the two, Edgar walked right up to the postman to take a closer look at his face.
Victor jumped a bit at the sudden movement toward him and tried to step away, but the small painter only took a step closer to look at his face. The postman had beautiful gold eyes, with soft, gentle facial features. But what Edgar found most interesting was the stitch’s keeping the postman’s mouth shut.
Edgar hummed, “interesting…”
As Victor’s eyes flashed between his two friends for help, Luca came behind Edgar and gently pulled him back, away from the poor man. “Now Edgar it isn’t nice to stare at someone’s face like that, especially during a first meeting.”
Edgar snarled and glared at the prisoner, “I just wanted a closer look, I thought his facial features were interesting.”
Victor’s face turned red, turning his head away, embarrassed.
Luca sighed, “yes yes, I understand, you gotta look at everything with an artistic eye.”
As their interactions continued, Victor opened up to the small painter and became less anxious interacting with him. And like the painter, the postman began to also develop feelings for the man. Soon, becoming one of the odd pairings in the manor. The arrogant, hot-headed painter and the shy, reserved postman.
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Edgar was sitting in Victor’s room as he was writing away at his desk. Victor often wrote letters to the different survivors, even hunters. Just random things, such as encouragement, sympathy, etc.
Edgar was watching his boyfriend from behind, as he wrote away. Wick was snoring lightly next to him in the dog bed. Edgar actually enjoyed watching his boyfriend write, it was like an artwork in its own way. He has the warmest smile when he’s writing… Edgar couldn’t help but want to paint him.
Edgar rose from the bed he was sitting on and quietly walked up behind victor and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Victor~”
Victor gave out a hum, stilling writing.
“Let me paint you~”
Victor stopped writing and looked over at the painter, ‘Why do you want to paint me?’ He was using sign language due to his mouth currently being stitched up.
Edgar shrugged, “I like how you look when you’re writing at your desk, I want to capture it.”
Victor thinks for a second and then shock fills his eyes, ‘You were watching me?!”
Edgar rolled his eyes, “yes, I was watching my boyfriend, who I love dearly, writing at his desk while I was just sitting on his bed. What else do you think I was doing?”
Victor thought, ‘I don’t know… sketching or sleeping?’
Edgar opened the lower drawer of Victors desk, where he kept a sketchbook and some other miscellaneous art tools for when he was bored. “Victor. I came in here with you, you knew I didn’t have any art tools on my person and I never went into my ‘forbidden art drawer’ as you like to call it.” Edgar laughed when he found out about the ‘forbidden art drawer’. Luca told him the story of the time he was snooping around Victor’s desk and when he found that drawer, Victor panicked. Apparently, Victor thinks that if anything goes missing or gets messed up in that drawer, Edgar was going to kill him… He wasn’t completely wrong.
“Plus, it’s 8PM, way too early for me to be tired.”
Victor groaned a bit, looking back at the paper in front of him.
Edgar could tell he was feeling anxious, even now that they’ve been dating for a couple of months, victor still gets a little anxious when Edgar stares or gives him all his attention. He doesn’t hate it; if anything, he enjoys the attention Edgar gives him… But Edgar could be hard to read, not knowing what Edgar was thinking about him was a little scary.
Edgar rests his head on his shoulder and rubbed his arm. “Hey, I’m not going to do anything bad, okay? I’ll just sit on the side and sketch you. Should only take 20 maybe 30 minutes to get a good sketch, okay?”
Victor thinks, ‘Is that it?’
Edgar hums in thought, “No, not all. I will have to come back at a later date to get colors down, but it won’t be too bad, okay? I’ll be quiet.”
‘I don’t know… I will feel awkward having you sitting there, watching me write…’
“Come on Victor, this could be good practice for you. If anyone is going to give you attention for a long period of time, it might as well be your boyfriend, right?” Victor hums slightly in agreement and Edgar continues, hands on his hips, “plus, if you really start to feel uncomfortable, we can take a 10-minute break at times.”
Victor smiles a bit, ‘You? Taking a break from artwork?’
Edgar glares and flicks the back of his head, “Hey, I can take a break if it’s for your dumbass. God, I maybe stubborn but I’m not going to put you in total discomfort.”
Victor smiles and chuckles, while rubbing the back of his head, ‘Okay… then I will go with it.”
Edgar smiles, “Great!” He grabs his sketchbook and pencils from the ‘forbidden art drawer’ and turns to set up a chair to the side of victor. Before he could get far Victor grabs his wrist, making him turn back to look at him.
He signs, ‘I love you too’.
Edgar blushes and swats his hand away, “sh-shut up… stupid postman… Now go back to writing!”
Victor rolls his eyes and goes back to writing.
Edgar sets up a chair a bit away from him and begins to sketch.