Angie is an adorable lil' nutcase but by God I have no idea how to write for her.

Requested by @Kawaii_weaboo
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2nd Person POV

Dating Angie was weird enough as it is. The prayers to Atua, the nagging to do blood sacrifices with her, being her "artistic muse" 24/7, the list goes on. But you had never expected this.

It was your first time going over to Angie's place, and you weren't sure what to expect. It was, at first, surprising clean. Then she showed you her art room.

Not only was it very messy, having art supplies strewn about all over the floor, but it was covered wall to wall with strange paintings of yourself. Some of them were normal, but many had you depicted in famous paintings, even having one of the Last Supper, with you in the place of Jesus. It was all very bizarre.

"Angie, what's all this?" You asked, confused.

"Why, they're Atua's masterpieces!" She said gleefully, perhaps not realizing the unsettling nature of the room.

"Yeah, but, why are they all of me?" You had your back turned, studying a wax figure she had made of you very carefully. You had to admit, she was absolutely worthy of the title "Ultimate Artist". It
looked just like you, down to every little detail that made you wonder how she got such a good look at your face.

"Atua thinks you're beautiful, and must be painted to preserve your beauty." She said, bouncing over to you to see what art piece you were looking at now.

You smiled, knowing Angie expressed her thoughts and feelings through Atua, and claimed it was just His thoughts, since she was His "prophet". She'd never admit that, though.

Pushing aside the fact you were just a little creeped out, you turned to Angie and said, "You did a really good job though, I guess you really are the Ultimate Artist."

Angie immediately ran to you, tackling you into a hug. "Nyahahaha! I'm glad you can see the beauty in Atua's works! As always, He made a wonderful choice by choosing you for me!" You were pretty sure it wasn't Atua's will, just Angie's genuinely liking for you.

Before you could say another word, Angie looked like she remembered something. She grabbed your wrist and said, "(Y/N), come this way!" Dragging you to a small stool in the corner, she picked up a blank canvas and set it on the easel. "Alright, take a seat." She commanded, and you did as asked.

"Now, hold still." She said, starting to work on the canvas with swift strokes of the paintbrush.

You stay there for about an hour, before Angie suggests taking a break. You take a look at what she's painted so far, and, despite not being finished, it still looked just like you.

You give her a quick hug and compliment her once again. After a moment, you speak again.

"I love you Angie."

And, for once, Angie spoke without claiming it to be Atua's words.

"I love you too (Y/N)."

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Ok I'm really sorry this one's so short (and bad), I'm not kidding when I say I genuinely have no idea how to write for Angie. Also, it's in 2nd person? I didn't realize until halfway through, since it was meant to be in 3rd, but I was too lazy to change it.

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