[She'll open the door wide for him. He might have to duck to step inside, but fortunately, the ceiling is very high.
Inside is what looks like the interior of a fairytale cottage. The room is round in shape and looks almost as if it was built into a hollowed-out tree. The furniture is made of twisted, blossoming branches arranged in whimsical, asymmetrical shapes. Flowering vines drape down from hanging and mounted planters here and there.
Before them is a chair and a writing desk, as well as a cozy-looking nook with a round, cushioned bench surrounding a small table. There are bookshelves leading all the way up to the ceiling, filled with leatherbound books, though none have any legible titles. Through the windows, a lush grove with a great blossoming tree can be seen, with pink petals drifting along a gentle breeze.
A staircase that follows the curved walls upward leads to a loft, with pastel curtains drawn around it. It's probably where the bed is, but it's out of view.]
It... helps a little. Having a place like this to return to.
[The bouquets she spoke of yesterday are here, too: one vase on the table in the nook, and a second one on the writing desk. For now, it seems her mind is still on the two deceased, however.]
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mustbepurged) wrote2022-06-16 03:30 pm
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... Are you all right?
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R, right, well, please come in and rest.
[She'll open the door wide for him. He might have to duck to step inside, but fortunately, the ceiling is very high.
Inside is what looks like the interior of a fairytale cottage. The room is round in shape and looks almost as if it was built into a hollowed-out tree. The furniture is made of twisted, blossoming branches arranged in whimsical, asymmetrical shapes. Flowering vines drape down from hanging and mounted planters here and there.
Before them is a chair and a writing desk, as well as a cozy-looking nook with a round, cushioned bench surrounding a small table. There are bookshelves leading all the way up to the ceiling, filled with leatherbound books, though none have any legible titles. Through the windows, a lush grove with a great blossoming tree can be seen, with pink petals drifting along a gentle breeze.
A staircase that follows the curved walls upward leads to a loft, with pastel curtains drawn around it. It's probably where the bed is, but it's out of view.]
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[he says quietly, after a few moments of taking the room in. it's not exactly what he expected, but-- it suits her, regardless. he likes it.]
I can see why you would wish to be here.
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It... helps a little. Having a place like this to return to.
[The bouquets she spoke of yesterday are here, too: one vase on the table in the nook, and a second one on the writing desk. For now, it seems her mind is still on the two deceased, however.]
... Did you know either of them well?
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[he looks her over, though, taking in the redness around her eyes.]
I take it that you did, however.
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Both of them are very dear friends to me.
Rupert was so kind, and we shared a lot in common... it's hard to believe he won't be here anymore.
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'Think of me', was it? And 'thoughts of the dearly departed'.
I am not often given to sentiment, but it seems apt enough.
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...]
... I'll miss him, but... he won't really be gone.
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All we may do is attempt to find the truth, tomorrow.