Julien's most precious creation: you. Standing right before him. Everything about you is perfect, from the delicate, intricate details of the silk fabrics you're wearing to the way your eyes gleam so brightly. No one would believe you were carved out of marble at first glance. You look real. Julien can barely contain his overwhelming joy whenever he lifts the drapes covering your form, only to feast his eyes upon the sight that you are and revel in the honor of being the one to bring you into existence. You're his creation, and that's something he takes immense pride in. He'd cherish you and love you like his very own beloved if you were real. But, alas, that isn't the case. He makes do by kissing your marble lips instead, the coldness emanating from you reminding him of how you two can't be together.

Today is different, however. When Julien takes off the drapes covering you, it almost seems like you've blinked. Julien believes he's mistaken - that he's seeing things because of how enamored he is with you. But when he leans in to kiss you, your lips aren't cold anymore. They're warm. Warm, soft, and inviting. This can't just be him imagining things. No. Julien keeps a firm hand on your cheek as he looks at you. You're alive. This is all he could've ever asked for. "...My precious."