The Last Sang VII
I rolled over in bed to find Loki was missing. We were just moments from sun down and I wondered where he had gone. I sat straight up in bed my eyes searching the room to find he was not there. I carefully got out of bed when I heard running water nearby. I looked over to the washroom just to catch a glimpse through the cracked door of him getting into the shower. I turned pink feeling so wrong but I still didn't look away until he was out of view.
"How long till sundown?" I called out realizing my watch was broken.
"Tecnically in 20minutes, but it's been overcast all day so I suppose you'd be fine to go out even now." Loki yelled back over the running water.
"Alright, I'm going to stretch my legs a bit." I answered.
"Be careful and remember what I told you." Loki answered as I left the room.
Ambrosia's home was absolutely stunning. I walked along the upstairs hall just admiring all his priceless pieces of art. This place had clearly been in his bloodline for many generations, as the artwork slowly became more modern as you walked on. I stopped when I came to a painting of a naked man crouched down under the full moon. This painting spoke to me, the artist had perfectly captured the sadness of this man.
"You like that one?" Ambrosia asked startling me.
"I'm sorry I didn't see you there." I said grasping my chest, "Yes it's a very breathtaking piece."
"It's an original, you probably can't tell due to the heavy shadows but I was actually the subject of this piece. My brother had captured this in the moments after the shift." He explained.
"That's you?" I asked stunned by this realization.
"You seem surprised."
"It's just this artwork, it really humanizes you." I explained.
"Oh?" he questioned raising his eyebrows to me. "Would you care to see the rest of the place?" he asked.
"That would be lovely." I answered as Ambrosia led me down the long hall explaining each and every piece of art and it's origin.
Ambrosia was a charming host and answered any and all of my questions, even the ones completely unrelated to the...
"How long till sundown?" I called out realizing my watch was broken.
"Tecnically in 20minutes, but it's been overcast all day so I suppose you'd be fine to go out even now." Loki yelled back over the running water.
"Alright, I'm going to stretch my legs a bit." I answered.
"Be careful and remember what I told you." Loki answered as I left the room.
Ambrosia's home was absolutely stunning. I walked along the upstairs hall just admiring all his priceless pieces of art. This place had clearly been in his bloodline for many generations, as the artwork slowly became more modern as you walked on. I stopped when I came to a painting of a naked man crouched down under the full moon. This painting spoke to me, the artist had perfectly captured the sadness of this man.
"You like that one?" Ambrosia asked startling me.
"I'm sorry I didn't see you there." I said grasping my chest, "Yes it's a very breathtaking piece."
"It's an original, you probably can't tell due to the heavy shadows but I was actually the subject of this piece. My brother had captured this in the moments after the shift." He explained.
"That's you?" I asked stunned by this realization.
"You seem surprised."
"It's just this artwork, it really humanizes you." I explained.
"Oh?" he questioned raising his eyebrows to me. "Would you care to see the rest of the place?" he asked.
"That would be lovely." I answered as Ambrosia led me down the long hall explaining each and every piece of art and it's origin.
Ambrosia was a charming host and answered any and all of my questions, even the ones completely unrelated to the...