“How could you…”
Your studio was full of sketches and work you had made throughout the years with now torn pieces of your sketches you made on the ground. They say an artist breathes life into their work. One of your recent works was a painting of a handsome man, one you were proud of, came to life. He had appeared out of the canvas and you were greeted to a breathing art out of his frame.
You decided to call him Sable. He was literally picture perfect, a gentleman as well. However his attitude was rather different to others who aren't you, being rather distant and sometimes hiding in his canvas.
You thought he was lonely, maybe he couldn’t bond well with others. You came to the conclusion and tried to draw a companion for him, someone he would like. Slate stared at the work you showed him, only to rip up the paper piece by piece.
“Am I not enough for you?” He demanded taking a step forward as he held your hands. “Why do you need to make another creation? You have me.”
Sable took offense to your idea of making another being. There needs not to be. Nor anything to take his place as he believes in his mind. You made him and therefore you belong to him.