( His original terrible cave at least had straw over stone. And a blood pool! He's not sure he misses either, only the people once protected when he was plagued by both. He doesn't even dream of proper bathing here, but what another kind dream it would be.
Instead he smiles, staring down the passageway, the dust and feel of what is dead, is not fully dead, lingering in the shadowed spaces between the flickering light of the sconces. )
Something not quite living, not quite dead is down here.
( Which may be trap enough as far as these things go, he considers, noting the evidence of scratches in the dust at the edges, the worn down clarity of the central lane of the hall. The sounds, further down, clacking and clicking, and the murmur of what might be voices. )
Besides, if it's trapped, isn't that exciting?
( Grim amusement, Chenqing, his flute, in hand and twirled between his fingers. What thing wicked this way comes. )
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Instead he smiles, staring down the passageway, the dust and feel of what is dead, is not fully dead, lingering in the shadowed spaces between the flickering light of the sconces. )
Something not quite living, not quite dead is down here.
( Which may be trap enough as far as these things go, he considers, noting the evidence of scratches in the dust at the edges, the worn down clarity of the central lane of the hall. The sounds, further down, clacking and clicking, and the murmur of what might be voices. )
Besides, if it's trapped, isn't that exciting?
( Grim amusement, Chenqing, his flute, in hand and twirled between his fingers. What thing wicked this way comes. )