art expression ; sungjong & irene
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Breaking from her usual habit of reading books, Irene decides to stroll around the large library and museum. She decides to take some of her time to admire the art more as more than just eye candy when they’re tired from looking at words. As she walks around, she notices a particular statue; Eros.
“Dad.” She whispers to the statue. She wonders if she’ll ever see her father in the flesh like the other demigods. She wonders where he was right now, and if he’s happy. She wonders if she’ll ever get to call him dad personally.
Before a tear spills, she moves away from the statue. She wants to enjoy her time, not think of the sad if’s. She continues walking down the seemingly endless museum. There were a lot of paintings which she only saw through google pictures; there were also a handful which she had never heard of before. It’s like she’s entered a whole new world.
She notices a man standing in front of one of the spring-themed paintings. At the centre of the portait were dark figures, shadows of what seems like a mother and child walking to the sunset. She stands a few feet away from the blonde man, wondering if she should initate a conversation with him.
“It’s sad.” Irene blurts out. She covers her mouth and notices that the blonde man was looking at her. “Oh, uhm. Sorry. Uh,” now she had no way to back out of the conversation. “Uhm, that’s what I think about the painting. What do you think?” Irene regrets ever opening her mouth, by accident or not.
