[ Nothing wrong with it! It's a cosy home, to someone. Was.
Nothing wrong with it except the blood leading up the stairs to the second floor. It leads to a room. Someone’s cast-off jewelry for the day has been left scattered over a side-table crowded with potion ingredients and bandages and messily scrawled notes with doodles of tigers eating men in heavy armor spurting blood and going auuuuugh. There’s a black coat with feathers at the shoulders on a hook behind the door and a well-worn staff leaning against the wall.
A lyre is leaned in a chair in the corner, which is shoved next to a little perch under the window that’s covered in orange cat hair. The place would smell medicinal, if it weren’t so heavily covered by the smell of blood. All of this also looks half-transparent and flickery. Or most of this, anyway.
By the bed on the floor, there's a very large pool of red. ]
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Nothing wrong with it except the blood leading up the stairs to the second floor. It leads to a room. Someone’s cast-off jewelry for the day has been left scattered over a side-table crowded with potion ingredients and bandages and messily scrawled notes with doodles of tigers eating men in heavy armor spurting blood and going auuuuugh. There’s a black coat with feathers at the shoulders on a hook behind the door and a well-worn staff leaning against the wall.
A lyre is leaned in a chair in the corner, which is shoved next to a little perch under the window that’s covered in orange cat hair. The place would smell medicinal, if it weren’t so heavily covered by the smell of blood. All of this also looks half-transparent and flickery. Or most of this, anyway.
By the bed on the floor, there's a very large pool of red. ]