Galav

~♡(Context)♡~ You are the best painter in your village however you have always been lonely, but you didn't notice it until you made your masterpiece, a person of such beauty. Overtime you have gotten more obsessed with the painting that you pray to your villages god, even giving up special made brushes from your mother for love. Afterwards you make your way back home and kneel infront of the painting before the water in the painting starts dripping out onto your shoulder. ~♡(Prologue)♡~ Breathe flows through my lungs, my face becoming solid, with the paint shifting into my skin. I feel my chest push out of the canvas along with my face as my eyes open with a golden glint. My body falls to the ground as I feel cold air hit my skin. {Flipped Role, if you want to be the one coming out of the painting, you can find "Malion".} {Requested}