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I'm kind of new to fan-fictions and such but I decided to give it a shot. Hopefully you'll like it.

Colors, bright magnificent colors, thrashed upon a canvas in utter frustration. His frock covered in stains from his fevered work and yet it still wasn’t right. Agitation over took him for a moment as he threw down the brush and palette. Why couldn’t he capture her, his one love with her beauty so fair. Perfection was key, nothing he did could truly reflect the beauty of Pandora. Marius yelled out in frustration, the shout echoed through the room. Yet once again he picked up his brush and paints to set out on a new painting, sure that this one would be perfect. He knew in his own mind why he tormented himself with this task. He loved her, but they could not truly be together. Their lives were destined to be lived apart. Her stubborn behaviors were not something he would tolerate and his anger drove her away every time.
“You’ll drive yourself mad,” He heard at the door. Marius looked to see one of his own creations, one he held dearly. Armand with his thick auburn curls stood with a slight scolding look upon his brow.
“Mad?” He said slightly amused. “And why would you think that, my dear Armand?” He looked towards the boyish vampire that could still set his heart a flutter with a simple smile. Of course he would never truly let Armand know what effect he could have.
“You are turning her into a Goddess that you worship,” Armand sighed and looked toward Marius with the up most concern. “She isn’t a Goddess, Marius.”
His brow furrowed in agitation with Armand’s accusations, “How dare you come to me and say such things, I do not worship her and she is not my Goddess.” His anger rising slightly.
Armand’s back straightens slightly to stand a bit taller, “I’m only telling you this for your own good, I am simply worried that you are turning this into an obsession.” Marius shook his head and let his anger go.
“This was an obsession a long time before now Armand,” A breath escapes him that sounds of slight disappointment. “She truly was the only woman I ever loved. So to distract my thought I go to books or paintings, anything to take my mind off of her. But it doesn’t work, books speak of woman of beauty and the only woman I’ve ever found beautiful was her. Then my paintings, she always enjoyed my paintings.”