@fateofclotho
when she sets her foot inside the gallery, there is only one other person admiring the artwork. she spares them only the tiniest of glances; that is all she needs to form a full assessment of this particular mortal. there is nothing about them that is worth of highlighting, for they are average in every way possible. the history books will not remember their name, not even as a tiny footnote in the middle of a book that no one bothers reading. there is nothing special about them — they are just another nameless pawn that would rather follow orders than carry the burden of independent thinking.
the frightened look in their eyes when they finally realize they are being watched confirms her suspicions. part of her wants to laugh; she has not uttered a word, yet she has already sent one mortal running away in fright. but that would require her to actually dedicate a scrap of attention to the mortal, something they yet again are not worthy of. as soon as the door closes after the mortal’s hasty departure, atropos turns her gaze from the door, allowing it roam around the gallery space.
some of the works she has seen before. some are new to her. regardless, the overall aura of this place belongs to her sister as indisputably as the two are related. the thought curls the corners of the goddess’ mouth upward. “i do hope that was not one of your favored clients.” she speaks as she steps forward, the click of her heels against the floor a loud ( almost violent ) sound in the quiet room. “poor thing seemed quite focused on theodora’s art until i came along.” she chuckles. atropos pauses and waits for her sister’s reply because she is somewhere here ( she can sense it ). her left eyebrow rises and falls in quick succession as she again fails to receive the response she is after.
ah well. little sisters and their odd moods.
“come out now, my darling sister.” atropos calls out, and though she commands ( as usual ), there is also an undertone of genuine fondness that is reserved exclusively for her sisters. “we may have all the time in the world, but i do prefer catching up over a glass of wine to chatting in the middle of an art exhibition.”