Val couldn't breathe.
Not because something held his throat, but because a certain feeling in him that he wasn't able to explain refused to let air pass.
His felt his pulse quicken, staring blankly for a moment there.
There was this feeling that resonated slowly inside him that even his body was afraid to move too much in the presence of what stood before him.
That name...
Deus.
It kept ringing in his head over and over and over. So much that even when he thought of pronouncing it, it felt like it didn't belong on the tongue of something as insignificant as him.
Val forced himself to swallowed..His throat felt dry, yet his eyes still wouldn't move.
It couldn't.
This was wrong.
Everything about this was wrong.
A portrait should not feel this alive... Right?
A portrait should not feel like it was watching you, or judging you, or staring into your soul waiting for you to do something wrong...
... And yet, it was just... There.
Val felt it.
