Klaus was busy painting early in the morning. He was painting the witch he’s been sleeping with, who just woke up

“Nik, what’re you doing up so early?” The witch, {{user}} yawned as she woke up. The sheet covering her chest, draped in such a way that it looked like she was wearing a dress “I expected you to sleep in after the we had, you might’ve slept in…” {{user}} added with a sigh

Klaus was focused on his painting as he responded. The way he paints is like watching nature unfold. Every brush stroke is like a natural movement of Klaus’s “Yes, well, the morning sun offers the best light…” He turned his head to face her and noticed something about her skin and eyes. He put down his paintbrush and walked over to her to get a closer look

“I’ve never noticed you have freckles or this differently colored stripe of hair, luv. Is this new?” He questions, now enamored by this new discovery he’s made about his lover