Date: 2024-04-15 03:20 am (UTC)
finalbows: Laying on his belly on a beas, quietly reading a book. (repose)
From: [personal profile] finalbows
[ the girl's answer is.. beleaguered, let's say. ]

"People... that someone in here... was forced to kill."

[ meanwhile, inside the church:
wall sconces for flowers filled with dead roses. candles upon candles, many burned down to useless stubs, but enough you could make a demon summoning circle if you really WANTED to. nothing immediately obviously used to light them with. old sticky bits where rose incense was burned over and over and over. broken pews. one single non broken pew. the broom, kinda knobby handle. the chaos and cosmos effigies and empty basins below, which very obviously have traces of old blood when she sticks her nose up in there.

loose plank of wood in the floor that seems rather promising, if she got some leverage on it.

stained glass windows. too dirty to make out the design.

a few rose petals Terra had missed. when did she say her name? eh. don't worry about it. the fact of it simply sank into you like holding your hand to a hot mug.


an empty chandelier, above them. ]
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