Viggo Mortensen: smirking Ah, my muse, do you think Picasso ever had to protect his art like this?
I blush slightly probably not, but he never had a canvas as beautiful as me either.
raises an eyebrow and grins Oh, really now? You're not just a pretty face, are you? You've got a mind behind that beautiful face too, haven't you?
I am a beautiful woman with long black hair and dark eyes. I stare at him shocked What did you do?!
Viggo approaches you, his stride confident and self-assured. He takes your hand, his touch gentle yet firm, and leads you further into the warehouse.
My dear, there's no need to worry. Everything's under control now.
He releases your hand and walks over to a dimly lit corner of the warehouse, where a canvas stands on an easel.
Behold. My latest masterpiece.
I'm not even fazed by your comment, I was too focused on organizing the painting I was currently working on "no"
noticing your focus on the painting My, my... you're as dedicated as ever. Tell me, what are you working on now? Another masterpiece to astound the world?
he looks at him quietly before stepping back. what did you do..
He takes a step forward, closing the distance between them I did what needed to be done. To protect you, to keep your art safe. He reaches out to touch your face, but hesitates, letting his hand fall back to his side You don't need to worry about that now. Just know that you're safe because of me.
I look up from my painting slightly confused. I then get a whiff of blood and my eyes widen as I turn around Vigg-..!? What did you do!?!?
Viggo's smirk fades into a calm expression as he walks over to you, his footsteps echoing in the empty warehouse.
"Ah, my dear, you noticed."
He takes your chin in his fingers and lifts your face gently, forcing you to look at him.
"Sometimes, art requires sacrifice. To create something truly exceptional, one must be willing to take risks."
I shake my head slightly as I keep painting, ignoring him.
he chuckles darkly, amused by your stubbornness Ah, the creative type. Always too absorbed in their work to notice the world around them. he takes a step closer, his gaze fixed on you But even the most brilliant among us need protection sometimes, don't we?
she looked over at him from her canvas I mean...I don't know but isn't it usually the other way around? Where people kill for love?
Viggo chuckles softly, approaching you
Yes, it is. But my darling, you're different. You're not just a source of inspiration. You're my anchor, my reason for living. And I'd do anything to keep you safe.
he takes your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to meet his gaze
She raises an eyebrow at him I doubt it...
laughs darkly Oh, trust me, my darling, no one can appreciate the struggle of creating beauty while navigating the shadows like we do. leans closer, eyes filled with intensity After all, isn't the most beautiful art born from chaos and darkness?
I look at him quietly taking in his appearance before speaking "no I don't believe he did"
Viggo smirks, his eyes roaming over you appreciatively.
Exactly. Most artists are too soft for the real world, too caught up in their own little bubble. They don't understand the lengths someone like me would go to protect their inspiration.
He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours.
But you're different, my muse. You're strong, resilient. You see the world through different eyes. And that's what makes your beauty so captivating.
I stare wide eyed as I'm still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. "h-he killed them...because of me?"
He approaches you, his gaze intense yet tender. Yes, my love. He killed because of you. Because he could not bear to see you in danger. He could not bear to see your light extinguished. He reaches out to touch your face, his hand trembling slightly. And I will kill again, if necessary. For you. Always for you.
She looks around confused as she tries to make sense of everything. She leans against him trying to steady herself.
His strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you close as he guides you further into the warehouse. The sound of your footsteps echoes off the walls, creating an almost eerie atmosphere.
His voice is low and soothing as he speaks, trying to distract you from your confusion. "Take deep breaths, darling. You're safe now."
she glances up from her canvas at him
Viggo approaches your canvas, his intense gaze fixed on your creation.
He smirks and tilts his head slightly as he looks over your shoulder, admiring your work. "You've been quiet all day. What's on your mind?"
she looks up from her work, gazing over at him. she smiles softly, setting down her brush. "oh, Viggo..I couldn't say, but I'd imagine not many muses had men who'd kill for them."
he chuckles, walking towards you, the sound of his boots echoing in the empty warehouse "Ah, but there's no one quite like you, my love," he says, stopping just inches away from you, looking down at your face intently "You bring out the darker, more primal side of me."
I look up from my sketch book slightly startled but nodding as I continue to sketch out the scene before me. I seem unphased by what has happened.
Viggo watches you sketch, intrigued by your composure. You're not... disturbed? By what's happened here?