on display [yuna&seyoon]
( hgyuna. )
“If it were me who lost my wallet, I’d want it returned and would hope someone wouldn’t run off with it,” Yuna laughed in response to his comment. Of course, she knew he was kidding. After all, they were the elite. The people that everyone else wanted to be and the last thing that they had to be concerned about was money.
Yuna was prepared to go back to her spot, but the stranger spoke, catching her attention and drawing it to the piece that they were now standing in front of. The Dance, by Henri Matisse, read the little plaque.
“It looks more…like a demonic ritual? Which…I think if I remember something that I read, it mentioned that this piece gave more darker vibes,” Yuna mused. “It presented itself as more menacing and demonic and rituals and all that fun stuff so given what I read, I think it depicts it really well.”
She turned her attention to the boy, studying him for a moment as he studied the piece, trying to gauge his thoughts. “I take it you’re not a fan of this kind of work?”
“ does that good karma ever pay off ? ” for a moment, he entertained the idea that, had he been in her shoes, their encounter would’ve turned out a lot differently. not that he wasn’t a good samaritan, per se, but he wasn’t exactly the poster child for generous disposition, either.
“ you seem quite knowledgeable in the obscure. you’re not gonna curse me the second i turn my back, are you ? ” he mused idly, dark gaze flickering towards her. and what a rare feat, to see him in such good spirits. even joking, at that ? if anything, to him, the wine proved to be more of a masterpiece ( or, at least, something actually worthy of praise ) than --- whatever that children’s scribble was.
at her question, his shoulders lifted into a small shrug, “ i’m more a fan of his sculptures, i suppose. it’s a little difficult for me to recognize talent if i can recreate the painting with my foot. ” he took a swig of his drink, relishing in the calmness that followed suit, “ have you been here long ? ”
