Why, Thank You. He Chuckled Softly. His Green Eyes Lost In Thought As He Glanced At The Painting Once

“Why, thank you.” He chuckled softly. His green eyes lost in thought as he glanced at the painting once again. “..I remember I always wanted to see it in person, somehow it is..even more...haunting to see it in person.”

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.."

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.."

Oscar quietly stroked his cheek, the gesture gentle and affectionate before letting out a soft chuckle at his comment.

“Yeah I don't find it that surprising...”

“Hey Fedya..good morning.” he spoke in a quiet tone, he seemed almost hesitant to touch him, yet he sat next to him.

Hm...?

Fyodor didn't open his eyes.

“You certainly should. She should probably be able to follow conversations better by this point and make more...shall I say, more complex sentences.”

“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.”

“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.."