[This place they're in, there's too many elements of the domestic. Like the place might have been lifted whole sale from some other space in the world, the home of a small, wealthy family picked up and tacked onto the castle. There's the cuddly wolf, yes, but the other old toys too. The books, the learning chart full of letters. It's a place to learn as much as it is to be, and so it goes for the next few rooms. A living room of soft furnishings lies just a few doors down, the open archway not hiding it. The pipes run along the ceiling, and they turn a sharp and sudden right into yet another room there.
It isn't a bathroom that lies there though. In a small space that might have once been a bedroom, or perhaps a living room, or perhaps something else all together, a great coffin lies. It's 45 degree angle is strange for anyone, vampire or not, and it is flanked on either side by two all too tall glass containers of blood. They're trying to balance each other out, the containers, connected to whatever it is that's in the coffin itself.
Silence is king in this terrible tiny space. Muted. Some kind of spell cast over it, forcing a solemnity.
But there is a window here, curtain kept open, so surely it cannot be a vampire's coffin.]
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It isn't a bathroom that lies there though. In a small space that might have once been a bedroom, or perhaps a living room, or perhaps something else all together, a great coffin lies. It's 45 degree angle is strange for anyone, vampire or not, and it is flanked on either side by two all too tall glass containers of blood. They're trying to balance each other out, the containers, connected to whatever it is that's in the coffin itself.
Silence is king in this terrible tiny space. Muted. Some kind of spell cast over it, forcing a solemnity.
But there is a window here, curtain kept open, so surely it cannot be a vampire's coffin.]