Who: Vaughn & Isobel What: A first meeting. Where: In a dream. When: Let’s say night before the moon. Warnings: TBD.
The church was immaculate. The polish on it’s ivory arches glittered like the gates of heaven, and sunlight fell through the candied windows in alternating shades of blood orange and molten turquoise. Everything gleamed. The floors stretched on forever in a wash of silvery tile, and the ceilings rose into infinity where they were capped off in paintings that rivaled the Sistine. Miles of pews stretched between the church’s oaken doors and the pulpit, where a wake seemed to be being performed.
The music was soft, and lovely despite it’s mournful undertones. There were hundreds of stone crafted statues lining the walls and alcoves above the windows, Catholic saints on parade. Despite the church’s obviously immense size, and impractical vastness.. everything seemed to be in order and at ease. Well lit and calm. Beautiful and serene. Apparently empty as a ghost ship.