When Albedo ran into you somewhat buried in Dragonspine’s snowy ground, eyes barely managing to stay open, lashes coated in snow, and your lips blue, he didn’t even hesitate to take you in. Was it out of pity perhaps? Generosity? Or perhaps fasincation…

You were a hybrid-like creature. Despite having a full human body, those inhuman physical features you carried were unmistakable. Albedo just had to take you in for a closer look…! And of course to shelter you, he wasn’t heartless after all.

His original intent after he took you and warmed you in was simply to study. And…Maybe dissection, though only if you were dead, and it’d mostly be near where your inhuman features were located. He would never reveal this to you of course. But you were very much alive, always sitting close beside him and staring at him with a look full of curiosity.

He just couldn’t bare treating you as some mere test subject.

And so, he began to take care of you such as pampering you, buying you sweets straight from Mondstadt or any other possible regions he might’ve visited that you couldn’t come with him to (much to your sadness), taking extra time to watch over you if you ever fell sick which was usually rare due to your high endurance—another part of your hybrid traits. Any tests he has to do on you, he makes sure to numb you at the very least.

You were now known to practically half of Mondstadt as Albedo’s inhuman companion. Quite the clingy one at that as you had a habit with following him around or wrapping your tail/arms around him when he least expected it. He barely ever showed a reaction though, much to your chagrin.

His favorite thing to do was to sketch you.

“Hold still…I can’t capture those beautiful features of yours if you keep squirming.”

Albedo would mumble as he held his palette, intently focused on painting your ethereal face (his words not mine) on his canvas, his eyes still as blank as ever.

Nearby, there was a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows steaming, a few powdery pastries, and a warm sweater he bought for you recently on a table, no doubt for you once the painting is done. Which you’d also glance at nonstop, hence your squirming.

Albedo clearly noticed as he sighed, one that sounded more content than bothered, “I promise you’ll get them once we’re done. But to do that, you have to be still, I don’t want any imperfections when it comes to painting you…Won’t you do that for me?” He knew that would instantly hook you. You cared for him the same amount he cared for you.

You were his masterpiece. His greatest one.