❝ this place feels like a prison. ❞
god of war (2018)|| @czakov
BARREN WHITE WALLS bleed proverbial confinement - the kind of loneliness that chains around the throat, creating silence. he glances. the tiny bed was neat, folded sheets stacked off to the side, pillows aligned to suggest a lack of use. the windows were high and inefficient. what little light filtered through quickly got lost in the empty space of the room. rain created small shadows that made the floor look desolate as dust collected over it. any sign of occupancy may have been lost quite some time ago.
“ YOU SOUND LIKE YOU WOULD KNOW. ” a small quip, though arthur gets the feeling that he wasn’t far off the mark. venturing further, he examines the dust brushing across one of the empty shelves. a quiet moment to ponder passes him. “ lots of things are imprisoning. it projects on the way you live. ” lone digit swipes across molding wood, the dust thick, a hint of dirt to follow. the shelf had cleaner spots that suggested something may have been placed there, though it was still in a state of abandonment, and had been for a while. the finding makes his brows furrow as he looks back at the man. “ what’s something that would make you not want to come home ? ”