petronia

The funny thing about this one is that Schwarz House in VoT is furnished in Art Deco, so it's canonical to my usual WK universe. (And yes, based on a real house I've been in.)

For

ghoststory. :) [ Edit -- unlock entries when you write for the non-privy, eh? Smart, that. -_-; It's fixed now. ]

"I can't believe this is headquarters now." Schuldich runs a finger over the nacreous lampshade. "Art Deco..."

"The furniture was commissioned," Crawford says. Golden light refracts in the martini glass he hands Schuldich. "The first owner was a Rothchild. And it's Jugenstil. You should know."

"I do know." Crawford is remembering blood, splattered on the lamp's gilt-lily whorl. A shared memory. The Organisation wanted the estate, and the house is merely a mission bonus.

Crawford thinks that red hair is lovely, where it brushes the antique leather.

If their eyes met the moment would shatter. So Schuldich doesn't look up.