Ash & Anastasia
And even still, he had been thinking more about the work - how much exposure one could get just through social media alone. It was so much easier for an artist to put themselves out there compared to when he and Anastasia were kine. You had to know someone who knew someone else. But she wasn't wrong in her own thoughts as well.
Another soft 'mm' and he sipped from his glass again. He was certain she heard all sorts of things but would she have heard... Ah, so there was gossip about him. Of course, there was. There always was. He ducked his head for a moment as she looked towards his paintings, said that name that tormented him constantly. Damn.
"He is... Angelic. Not in the way most people would think. Angels are not paragons of beauty and humanity. No blonde curls or blue eyes or chiseled jaw or effeminate features. Why would an angel need to appeal to our meager sense of beauty?" Waxing on was not disproving the rumor but he didn't care. "For example, Azrael - the angel of death. He is described as pallid with one thousand wings, possessing a pair of eyes and a mouth for every living being on Earth. Kjell is the closest I or anyone else will ever see of an angel."
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly in vague amusement, "But I have learned to keep such things away from his ears. I believe he might find it offensive."