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♡ · ashencrwn
Rifling with life, the museum was unusually empty. Scatterings of art enthusiasts and starry-eyed artists in the making dotted the marble flooring sparingly. Lethargic guards lumbered around with slack enthusiasm, nothing better to do than to politely remind people to put away their open bottle of waters and to not get so close to delicate pieces. Their languorous behavior made it easy for a pylon of dark, viscous smoke to materialize in a dark corner of the museum unnoticed as a tall man stepped through with laced up, leather neiman marcus dress shoes.
The god of the Underworld had come to take a break from his burdensome duties, but there was more than an appreciation for art lingering in his dark blue eyes. His stoic features were normally challenging to read, but there was a distinct lack of satisfaction mixed in a complicated confluence of heavy frustration and unhappiness in the subtle way he clenched his jaw and looked forward with a dull look in his stare.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The tall man spoke as he stepped forward into a room with a sole person in it. They were seated in front of a large painting of the fallen angel Lucifer concealing his tearful expression of anger, resentment, shame, and exclusion. ( the painting tw: nudity ) He took a step forward to stand beside where they sat on the bench, settling his hands into his pants pockets and exhaling sharply through his nose to resist an audible sigh. “This one is a favorite of mine.”
IT SHOULD BE OF LITTLE SURPRISE to most people that aurora had learned to appreciate art from a very young age . granted it was through books and the stories her dear ‘ aunts ’ would share but just like singing or dancing , the world of paintings , sculptures & the like had a place in her heart . that may not be where her own talents lied , but that didn’t matter . so long as painters continued to paint and share their gift with the world , she’d be more than content .
however , even with all that in mind , not every piece of art made her smile or filled her heart with joy . not because it wasn’t worthy , oh no — but becaused it evoked another sort of emotion . thankfull , the princess had only felt this way a handful of times in her life and while she knew all emotions were important in their own little way , aurora would much prefer to be nothing but a ray of light , radiating nothing but the purest warmth . sadly , it was hard to hold herself in such manner while gazing upon the painting before her .
upon hearing a familiar voice fill an otherwise silent room , the princess almost jumped from her seat in surprise . almost . ❝ yes , it is , ❞ her dulcet voice responded calmly , though a slight frown rested on aurora’s gentle face . ❝ it is also the saddest painting i’ve ever seen ... i feel bad for him . ❞
