he’s hosting yet another auctioning event at his gallery —— it’s nowhere near as fancy as the grand opening of the gallery had been but it’s a small event ; he’d chosen his finest works to be put on display & to be auctioned. the evening is still rather young & there’s plenty of time for his customers, his guests to roam around & familiarize themselves with the paintings there, enjoy a glass of champagne or two. xander himself sure as hell is —— he’s maneuvering his way around the people in his gallery, a glass of champagne held firmly enough between his digits. every now & then he finds himself stilling in front of particular art works of his own making, much like he does now. one hand tucked into the safety of his pockets, he comes to a halt in front of a particularly messy painting that’s full of emotion ( anger & wrath, more like ) —— only to notice another person standing to his left only a second later. xander casts them a quick glance before taking a sip from his drink & looking back at the painting, throat itching to get words out. ❝ so what d’you think? ‘bout the painting. ❞
based on this. // a closed starter for @ofxcelestial.
















