STARTER FOR @umbralscythe
it was well into the later hours of the night when it seemed best to at least visit the assigned home he had for the duration of his stay, though it felt more like journeying to his own cell than it did ‘going home’. it had been advised however, from many and not merely a few, that to get some rest would only prove to aid him in the long run and that the momentary confusion and uncertainty would fade as the days bled into weeks. but ever the restless sort, he imagined himself walking through the doors, merely to exit very soon following. still, he decided to visit it at least.
the streetlamps were flicking into sleep, midnight a distant memory as the stars freckled the heavens and estinien made his way to his ‘condo’. a key, a number, a dragoon clad in the very armour he’d been taken in. he spared no mind for the noise, for the clunk clunk clunk of steel and armour as he squeezed himself into the domestic abode, knocking over several items along the way as he made his way down the hall. the sound of tearing broke the silence further, as estinien turned to enter the kitchen, one particularly pointy tip of his shoulder blade shearing part of the wallpaper. no matter. they ought not to have such flimsy decor.
he entered the main room, a table in its centre with an array of kitchen-like items scattered about. there was a hum, a low buzzing which unnerved him, and as he fumbled about for lanterns, he soon realised there to be none of the sort. of course, the world was so unlike his own, perhaps it was his own foolishness which had him seek out something so obviously inaccessible.
what he did find, however, was a large pitcher of water. he seized it within a single hand before tilting the spout to his lips, pouring the entire thing down his throat before loudly discarding it into the basin.
