[ Space is made, Aerith is permitted to pass and Vincent will close the door and lock it behind her.
In Vincent's space, the only door that really remains closed is the one to his 'study' which is also the armory. Closed and locked for practical reasons when he's not making use of it. So the doors to the 'bedrooms' are open, one with a coffin the other with a normal bed.
The main area is full of furniture with a slightly faded antique feel. Not worn or broken or rotted, mind you. Just well aged but still fantastically serviceable, from an age where they 'still did things right'. A couch, a couple of chairs, some nice tables and lamps. Decor is sparse but there are some pieces.
It makes a particular one more noticeable for its ostentatious nature amidst small landscape paintings and the single black succulent that someone gifted him recently. A small statue of semi-transparent crystal which seems to embody a female figure within. The clarity is not so great that any features can be determined.
By one of the chairs is the open bottle of wine and a glass that's got a measure poured into it. There's also a book from the library; bookmarked with, of all things, an origami bat.
Hanna would be pleased to know that it's getting honest use.
There's a clitter-clatter of cabinet doors and the fetch of another wine glass from the shelf. Maybe it's surprising in itself that he actually has something for visitors in the first place. Maybe not. ]
Sangria, huh. Haven't had one of those in a long time.
[ He crosses the room, where he'll take the bottle with the intention of pouring Aerith a glass of the red wine and offering it. ]
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In Vincent's space, the only door that really remains closed is the one to his 'study' which is also the armory. Closed and locked for practical reasons when he's not making use of it. So the doors to the 'bedrooms' are open, one with a coffin the other with a normal bed.
The main area is full of furniture with a slightly faded antique feel. Not worn or broken or rotted, mind you. Just well aged but still fantastically serviceable, from an age where they 'still did things right'. A couch, a couple of chairs, some nice tables and lamps. Decor is sparse but there are some pieces.
It makes a particular one more noticeable for its ostentatious nature amidst small landscape paintings and the single black succulent that someone gifted him recently. A small statue of semi-transparent crystal which seems to embody a female figure within. The clarity is not so great that any features can be determined.
By one of the chairs is the open bottle of wine and a glass that's got a measure poured into it. There's also a book from the library; bookmarked with, of all things, an origami bat.
Hanna would be pleased to know that it's getting honest use.
There's a clitter-clatter of cabinet doors and the fetch of another wine glass from the shelf. Maybe it's surprising in itself that he actually has something for visitors in the first place. Maybe not. ]
Sangria, huh. Haven't had one of those in a long time.
[ He crosses the room, where he'll take the bottle with the intention of pouring Aerith a glass of the red wine and offering it. ]