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Zyanya readjusted the canvas on the easel. She dipped the paintbrush onto the paint she had next to her. The brush danced as she continued to paint. Deep shades of red dripped down the canvas and onto the floor. She was running out of paint. She got up from her chair and entered a back room behind a secret door. She walked past the multiple wine racks lined up against the walk. She opened one last door and saw what, or better yet, who she needed.
“Mi vida, are you awake?”
“...yes.”
“Good, you know what I’m here for, yes?”
“One of two things. You skipped the wine, so you must need more…’paint’.”
“Si, mi sueño. Eres tan inteligente.~”
Zyanya grabbed a nearby knife. It has been cleaned since the last time she used it. It was so intimate to her, using her lover's blood to paint a masterpiece.
“You…you are surrounded by fear, Zyanya.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know if your Hazal found out about this she would hate you. So you live in fear that she will find out.”
Zyanya cut skin and watched as the crimson color flowed out of the Omega version of Fade. She collected what she needed and tended to the wound.
“I thought I told you not to talk about that.”
“Your fear is not something anyone can avoid, let alone ignore. Set me free and your dream seer will know nothing of this.”
“...you’re pissing me off.”
Zyanya wrapped the gauze around Fade’s arm tight, silenting telling her to stop speaking and Fade did. Zyanya left just as fast and she arrived. She grabbed a bottle of wine on her way back, she was feeling good and the thought of her finished masterpiece was enough to celebrate.