(✞ for the symbol meme) A sharp whistle rang through the large church, once filled with those wiring for mass, now hollow, empty save for the two figures inside "Fancy up in here, ain't it? All them stained glass windows,," (faultborne)
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Such a large place, it holds history for sure. Rayne was travelling around by foot again, and she stumbled upon a place that was abandoned for god knows how long. She thought to be alone, but her body shivered from the loud tune of a whistle, her gaze looming over to the new stranger. She took a moment in silence, seeing this new person. Was he always there…?
“Oh!” She stammered, then held her arm, smiling brightly, a slight head tilt. “Why, yes! Even though this place is no longer filled with people, it still leaves behind a wondrous place, doesn’t it?” She nodded, looking back around the surroundings. It could use a little lighting, or else it’ll look a little creepy at night.
“It’s pretty, for sure. Little easier to admire without all the..y’know.” The figure stepped forwards, a bright young man-tall, cheery-fair, save for gashlike scars that covered his skin. He tapered off a moment, waving a finger about to gesture at the pews with his lips pursed. “Cacophony.” Stepping further into the light, he closed a dark eye in the filter of the stained glass, the setting sunlight only amplifying the colourful mosaic that mish-mashed its’ way over their forms. “Didn’t think I’d have caught anyone in here either. Prayin’ or somethin? If so I’ll back on up, not lookin to be a bother.”
The lighting brought forth to a man of quite the charm, despite his scars. Her cherry red eyes glittered in amazement to see someone as special looking as the other, it’s not every day either to meet someone so willingly to talk to her, knowing her behavior around people. Something about this stranger seems to hold a specialty, and she wishes to know more about him. She blinked for a moment, hearing his question. She’s not truly a religious person, despite looking like she’d know one thing or two about the bible, or anything on that matter.
Red shook her head, keeping herself somewhat distant in case of anything. “No, I’m just here to admire the view, really. I’ve always enjoyed places that have been left to grow out such green nature. It brings a cozy feeling, even if it’s covered in moss. Makes you feel… safe, you know?” She cautiously took a step forward, bowing her head to him. “I’m Rayne! I’m just a girl wandering around the place, but I’m not lost either, so don’t worry about me going home!”
He gave a nod at her words, walking past her and staring up at the altar, seeming to ponder on it. "Same, really. Nat’rally find myself drawn to spots like this. Can’t resist somethin pretty...but that’s part of travelling. The moss just adds to it all, right? Like it’s prayin its’ own gods now. Feels..yeah. Like you said, safe.” Watching the dappled light shift shadows to the green-spotted floor, his gaze eventually turned back to her, a calm look of cheer on his face. “Oliver Ruelle. You probably know the way back better than me, I’ll trust in it. Just passing through town with the show, actually.”
