That Is True. Yet... A Small Part Of Me Can't Help But Feel Sympathetic. Perhaps Pity Would Be A Better

“That is true. Yet... A small part of me can't help but feel sympathetic. Perhaps pity would be a better word for what I feel.” He let out a quiet chuckle. “...He is doomed from this point forward, no choice but to keep following that path.”

Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.

The fallen angel by Cabanel.

He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.

Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.

"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."

“Mint? Good taste dear.” he paused before continuing. “I quite like earl grey tea..”

He gave a small smile towards him: “....You remind me of someone I know. though I suppose it is an explanation for another time.“

Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.

The fallen angel by Cabanel.

He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.

Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.

"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."

Oscar allowed Fyodor to enter first; holding the door open for him before slipping inside.

Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.

The fallen angel by Cabanel.

He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.

Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.

"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."

“It depends on what you may ask. I am sure I can talk Dame Christie into agreeing to your terms, as long as they are...reasonable, of course.”

“Ah, you must be Oscar.. the one whom Fedya has been talking about.. it’s nice to meet the person my brother seems so.. interested in.”

-@28-reasons-to-run

(going with the meeting idea because idk how else they would meet)

“And you must be Vera. It is a pleasure to finally be your acquaintance.”

“Mhm..there is almost a look of betrayal in his eyes, wouldn't you agree? A look of pure pain and anguish, showing how aware he is of what fate awaits him..though, I suppose it isn't surprising this painting awakens this certain level of pity and sympathy considering it is based out of Paradise Lost.”

Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.

The fallen angel by Cabanel.

He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.

Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.

"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."

Oscar followed after him, before deciding to start small talk.

“Hm... what is your favourite type of tea, dear? I am curious.”

Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.

The fallen angel by Cabanel.

He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.

Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.

"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."