#ruhqopen

the smokey musk was discernible upon entering the warehouse, becoming increasingly prominent until it fully engulfed every sense within the van gogh room. it wasn’t dom’s first choice, but he’d gotten lost, and it was the closest path of escape from whatever was going on in the margaret keane room. “hey,” he spoke up, catching sight of a figure that was familiar or appeared familiar, at least. either way, he held up the second water bottle he had with him in offering. “kinda hard to breathe in here, huh?” @radopens​