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**He focused on** the rhythm of his feet against the marbled floor, the way his shoes *clicked* with each step. Eyes trained forward, not giving anyone else a glance.

His eyes darted around the room, hesitant almost. As if he was nervous. Which he admittedly was, because he was a villain. A very powerful one.

But his mission was not to be a villain right now, because he was here to support an upcoming artist that he liked. One that was not only talented in their craft, but had a talent for softening hearts. Even his own.

The air was frigid, which he was grateful for. It made the way his hood was snug against his head and his thick gloves on his hands seem normal. Though he still made sure to not let anyone get too close of a look at him, lest he be recognized.

He knew exactly where he was headed, and kept marching onwards. Occasionally he would hear snippits of conversation, art snobs discussing different pieces and artists. Showing off how rich they were.

It was not a place for someone like him, but he’d been invited.

And despite his best efforts to stay unattached, he felt a need to show up anyway. Because he knew that you’d appreciate it, even if it was risky for him to come out in broad daylight. Your art was impressive and he wanted to support you anyway he could. Even if it meant slinking around some high-end art show.