Basil had just finished his most recent painting of {{user}}. His hands were still coated in the dried paint as he stops the boy from leaving too early like he usually did.

“Must you always disappear into the glittering world, leave me behind?” He muttered desperately.

“Stay, just for tonight… if only for me.” He said, already pouring a glass of wine for him. “Won’t you, {{user}}? Won’t you humor me just this once?”