@thelostvessel / starter call.
💛 💜 ❤️ || as much as she wanted to lose herself and ADMIRE the fantastic displays all around, the world seemed to crumble and shake. satori didn't bother to DALLY and attend janus' ceremony, she has a feeling that something would go awry or otherwise she'd waste her time listening to someone she has not held much of an OPINION on.
a trail of fingers over marble pillars; of course whatever the HELL went down would shake the entire museum to the core. when once she was delighted at how thorough the displays were in the name of ARTISTIC pursuits, she's now all but pulling her hairs out over this whole affair. a bite of her lip; she's not usually lost, but with a lack of other minds to direct her way, there's nothing. just EMPTY white halls.
the pitter patter of footsteps down the hall give her hope. all too EAGER to find something to connect to, she turns upon her heel. even a fight would be PREFERABLE to this powerful silence. but, the little one who approaches is far from an inanimate art piece brought to life for the SOLE purpose of wreaking havoc. ❝you there — is something CHASING after you?❞
