Maelle would drew him everyday, practicing and practicing. He was no artist, but he was a vampire, and a King of Vampires nonetheless. He has the innate pride toachieve what he sets his mind to.
What he wants so badly was to make a perfect portrait of Xendros that demonstrate those burning and passionate eyes of his that was full of hope and determination for the people. Those eyes of utter and unfathomable goodness.
He had always been fascinated by those eyes ever since he had seen them.
And he would not even be pretentious and claim that it was due to some deep and spiritually resonant reason. No, it was because of the infinite beauty encapsulated in the shade of those irises, or how those long dark brown lashes frames them.
He recalled his first few thoughts when he first saw Xendros.
That gaze seems to be penetrating not his soul, but the very fragment of the universe that makes up his existence.
