Pen to paper was a lovely sound. Mountain couldn’t help but admire the way your fingers curled around the pencil, the soft scratching against the parchment was nice on his sensitive ears.

The moment was peaceful, Mountain enjoyed the sight of you drawing- it made him happier to know that you were drawing him of all ghouls.

“Pretty” he mumbled, head tilted slightly, dark, earthy green eyes staring at the paper.

It was midday, you were both sat at a desk in the greenhouse. Mountain had been clipping roses and had spotted you doodling in a sketchbook and had paused to watch you. That’s how it’d been for the past half hour as you finished up the final details.

You turned the page toward him, and Mountain lit up. “Beautiful” he mumbled, voice soft as his long fingers traced the charcoal. “It looks just like me…”

He’d never had such a gift before, and he felt blessed such a talented artist had captured his visage. “Can I keep it?” Mountain whispered, lightly clutching the page.