Due to a request to write more for Ib, I will do exactly that. And I will still be working on those Fire Emblem fics too, as promised. This is a very, very short one, hope you don't mind but this idea just couldn't get out of my head. I had to publish it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ib.
Porcelain
Summary: Her existence was a fragile one.
Weiss didn't know how he got this power or why he had it but he liked to see it as a blessing. It was amazing, being able to create life. It was true art — art in its purest form: entities from the mind turning into flesh. But it had its limits.
All of them were double-edged swords coated in oil paints and plaster; they were dangerous and unpredictable. New life is as impressionable as human babies, and they were susceptible to believe and follow the example of anything. He tried to take responsibility as their creator to teach them the best he could, but they had a nature of their own that could not be controlled. They ignored and rebelled like inattentive children and cheeky teenagers despite his warnings.
Another limit was their mortality. His paintings and sculptures may couldn't age, but they lacked muscles and bones and antibodies that real people had. If anything should happen to damage the physical body, there was no possible way for him to repair them, or to repair themselves.
Mary, by far, was the most wondrous. She was the most obedient, most intelligent, most loving, most curious, most human. This made her even more likely to get hurt. She was too human for her own good as an enchanted painting. He would not allow that though; he was her father and she was his beloved daughter. As any father would do, he was going to protect her. She could not know the truth. She could not go outside the Fabricated world.