That Is True. He Let Out A Quiet Yet Dry Chuckle. Sometimes Even The Smallest Things Can Bring Forward

“That is true.” he let out a quiet yet dry chuckle. “Sometimes even the smallest things can bring forward nostalgia...”

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.."

“Mhm..yet,an incredibly beautiful painting at the same 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.."

“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.."

“...I know that things probably won't end well if we keep talking...” he paused, before giving a bitter yet fond smile. “...We really are no good for each other, hm?”

“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.

“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.."

“It is tough not to feel fond of her, even her scheming can be considered something charming about her.” he chuckled, the sound fond and affectionate. “She definitely is rather secretive about her intentions and plans, however..”

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.."