#i was about to sleep and then i th ought wait. vlad....

[bloodburial-blog]

Like the other one, this doesn’t feel like a holy place. Far more decrepit, a shadow of it’s former self-- much like her. Fallen into decay after being abandoned, no doubt. There are better, more comfortable places to pray, after all. Pale fingers gently slide across dusty pews, the floorboards creaking in protest even from her feather-light frame. She is grateful the statues in this place have long since broken and crumbled, offering her some respite from the fear that would seize hold of her like a vice. She’d rather not have those marble eyes burning into her skin, as if accusing her of trespassing.

Before she can properly admire the shambled interior, accented by the moonlight coming in from stained glass and the numerous holes in the roof, she pauses. Not because of her hesitation, but because of the smell of blood that pushes past the strong scent of dust and decay. It’s odd...how it feels like he belongs here, and she definitely doesn’t.

“Good evening, mister.” Her hand does not touch the altar, now devoid of whatever holy relic might have rested on it before. Sunako turns to properly address the other figure, smoothing down the front of her dress in the meantime.

“Are you just sightseeing too? I’d be careful-- the boards might give out. They’re so wobbly, I almost tripped!” 

@ceremonialpurge