Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20170221092252/@comment-3991308-20170504050545

“Can’t be a save if it’s the truth,” he said, and grinned in return.

He almost made a quip about pinning art against the wall, but thought that line as too overused. Or perhaps too forward. For the grace of Andersen, he was a writer in this destiny-forsaken world and was meant to be, at the very least, original!

At Min’s comment about abstract art, Daulius couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes! A million times yes! In fact, I don’t even know why it’s called art. I thought art is supposed to, y’know, inspire emotion but all I feel is bored and confused…” He paused. “Huh. Boredom and confusion are still both emotions. I suppose it’s art, then. Just… really mediocre art.”

And so, through the museum doors they went.

For someone with a voice of great volume, Daulius seemed uncharacteristically quiet as he entered. But in truth, this was exactly how he always treated places like art museums and whatnot. To the nightingale, there was only silent admiring awe at how many creative minds would have contributed to this place, how many more minds they’ll inspire and how many years their work has persisted.

He glanced at Min, not exactly sure what to say. “So, um, Renaissance, wasn’t it?”