like art.
@ccaya
it’s not often that he finds himself in art galleries. by not often, he means basically never at all; this is the first time he’s been surrounded by so much artwork since a middle school field trip to a local museum. michael is here completely on accident; a single typo in his gps has given him walking directions not to the grocery store but rather to this place.
as long as he’s here, he may as well look around a little bit. the artwork is fascinating in a way he has never really understood, but he admires the colors and all while cursing out his phone internally.
one piece in particular catches his eye. the figure has auburn hair, a cape that looks like the head of a bear, all browns and reds and warm colors as it brandishes a silvery blue sword at a very familiar monster. a monster that michael had, in fact, slayed himself not long after arriving here in seoul. he reads the label on the piece, scanning the artist’s name and not recognizing that of any of the heroes he knew. he doesn’t panic, not exactly, but he does wonder how the hell someone had seen that moment and thought to paint it.
“excuse me,” he tries to be polite as he taps the shoulder of a girl. “do you know who made this? i wanted to ask about it,” michael gestures to the painting that had caught his attention.
