Happy--prince - Oh My. Is It Tea Time? - Tumblr Blog
“I will try to relax more..” he let go of the strand of golden hair, giving him a small smile, his head slightly tilting for direct eye contact.
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
“I still stand by my opinion that torture is ineffective, but thank you.”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
“You make quite a great impression on people, dear.”
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
“Very good luck doing that.”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
“It isn't every day someone meets a person like you, dear....well if we exclude the other Fyodors..”
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
“I suppose I can understand that..” he paused, before continuing, trying to lighten the mood. “Still not giving or leaving you a single penny, though.”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
“Not really, I suppose I'm just feeling a little giddy.” he chuckled softly, smiling at him.
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
“Nope. This isn't going to work. Besides you have all of Vera's money, mine shouldn't matter that much.”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
“Not anymore, that is for sure.”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
Oscar waited patiently, trying to keep a calm facade yet his hand playing with his hair betrayed a little of his nervousness.
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
“...I'm going to write you out of my will.”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
“Hm...just some regular coffee would be fine. And you?”
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
“No problem, dear..” he had his typical smile on his face, before resting his chin against his palm.
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
Oscar stared at her with a look that questioned “where did I go wrong?”, he carefully rubbed his temple.
“....I swear to God that if I ever get a wrinkle, it will be your fault.”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
“You are quite beautiful yourself, darling...”
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
He quietly tucked in a strand of his own hair, trying to keep his composure.
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
“....Listen here I am only 25—”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
Oscar sits, and awaits Fyodor.
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
“With enough pressure and persuasion, you can make someone talk. Torture is outdated, dear.”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
“Dear, torture will make them say whatever they can to get out of the situation. It is why it isn't utilized anymore. that and well..ethics.”
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
“No problem dear.”
Oscar was at a museum, he needed something to ease his mind and looking through art seemed like the closest thing to comfort he could find. That was until he noticed a certain painting.
The fallen angel by Cabanel.
He looked at it almost mesmerized, lost in thought as he looked at the careful brush strokes and colors.
Fyodor approached the painting, his hands behind his back.
"Quite interesting, hm? Almost poetic.."
“Y’know the person we’re supposed to investigate or whatever? We should just kidnap him and torture him till he spills the information.”
-@ehcat-arina
(Womp womp)
“Oh god. Dear, you do know that torture isn't exactly effective to get confessions out of people, right..?”
Oscar let out a soft hum, crossing his arms as he watched the scene unfolding right in front of him.
“Ah, you must be Oscar.. the one whom Fedya has been talking about.. it’s nice to meet the person my brother seems so.. interested in.”
-@28-reasons-to-run
(going with the meeting idea because idk how else they would meet)
“And you must be Vera. It is a pleasure to finally be your acquaintance.”