( in any other situation that request, from a stranger, would be particularly forward. but vanessa's a little used to it, the company she keeps being rather forward, and as anything could be happening-- )
Follow me.
( she leads him back through the door they first arrived through, avoiding the length of the hall in favour of the direction of the stairs. there's a scorpion on the wall, drawn (oddly) in blood, and a front door that looks, with its thick steel, as if it's meant to keep something out.
there's a brief moment of hesitation before vanessa ascends the stairs, memories running of everything that had occurred in the house -- especially recently. it's halfway up the stairs when vanessa stops, a hand stretched out to stop him )
I would take out your sword.
( something's there. invisible to the eye, hiding in the walls. they were supposed to be dead but this wasn't real. this was her nightmare )
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Follow me.
( she leads him back through the door they first arrived through, avoiding the length of the hall in favour of the direction of the stairs. there's a scorpion on the wall, drawn (oddly) in blood, and a front door that looks, with its thick steel, as if it's meant to keep something out.
there's a brief moment of hesitation before vanessa ascends the stairs, memories running of everything that had occurred in the house -- especially recently. it's halfway up the stairs when vanessa stops, a hand stretched out to stop him )
I would take out your sword.
( something's there. invisible to the eye, hiding in the walls. they were supposed to be dead but this wasn't real. this was her nightmare )