unable to tear his eyes away, the details unravelled from his nearby tutor all the while sephiroth became lost in the painful yet beautiful portrayal of one fallen deity. an angel, the stranger had said, and yes in that face sephiroth could witness beauty; honest yet full of fury, full of that raw understanding of what it meant to ache. one of his long, thin fingers reached out and he almost sought to caress that marble face, but he did not touch it directly. his hand merely ghosted the motion, the picture captivating him entirely.
“ i see… so it is a story of punishment. of reaching beyond what you should. “ it was uncanny how that expression seemed so familiar, as if his own facial muscles recognised their lines and creases. how the mouth was agape in some silent shout, the eyes burning despite the alabaster of the entire piece. for sephiroth, unknown to him now, this was a mirrored reflection; a shard of the truth he could not yet grasp. for in that fallen angel, he was akin. he too had defied existence itself, the laws and gods of that world to become stronger. smarter.
finally, sephiroth turned to face the other. “ are there any other pieces like this? the story of this fallen angel has piqued my curiosity. you said it is a story; that means it’s purely fictional? i’ve heard stories of gods and their disciples, but of an angel who defied god… i did not know. “
lorenz kept a careful eye trained on sephiroth’s hand. he’s always happy to explain, as it’s always vital to keep the commonfolk well-informed. but art is something to be appreciated, not tarnished by touch. he holds his breath as he watches them, this close to speaking up but silently feeling fortunate that they keep a safe distance away from the finely cut marble. the observation prompts a simple nod.
“ it’s unfortunate, really. prometheus was punished for a similar crime, as they both aspired to simply give man the gift of knowledge... ” speaking of even being aware of such false idols would likely be considered treason in fodlan. really, it’s a miracle that lorenz chanced on this information at all. such realizations catch him pondering about the legitimacy of his own deity... if only for a moment. those thoughts are unfitting of such a highly placed man, after all.
ugh, what a relief. his mind has elsewhere to go, thinking as he considers exactly what pieces are available to view. lorenz gestures for sephiroth to follow, recalling one of his favorites. “ l’ange dechu, by alexandre cabanel. ” the famous piece is fittingly juxtaposed with the older original version from the same artist in its own gilded frame. “ this piece speaks more to his anger, furious to be cast down from the heavens... while the message is a bit clearer, i find it interesting that the artist also chose to paint this a second time. as if he had an epiphany about the angel’s true nature. ”
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