It was warm and welcoming.
The house was different from what he had expected, though, in some ways he had expected nothing at all, and in other ways he had expected everything, he just hadn't thought that the first thing he would see would be a corridor, long and filled with doors, though only one of them had a knob he would soon turn around, the third from his position, situated on the right side of the corridor whose middle he had just entered.
There were yellowish wallpapers filled with patterns of crude flowers along the walls, fileld with frames without pictures, instead filled with mirrors that showed him as he slowly moved towards his goal, the third door, with empty plates that would normally have been filled with cat imprints, beautiful designs, now filled with emptiness, that being left over from a poor man's meal, nothing, the only thing that was as it should be was the furniture and the big mirror that stretched about six feet across and two feet high, right in front of the door.
It wasn't weird if he had to be honest, there was a long dresser on the side where some seemingly sentimental things stood, prepared to show a story of long suffering...
Was that him?
He saw himself fighting atop a pillar, against incoming people, even though the statue was just of a faceless man that seemed to slowly age as he progressed closer to the end, an end he wouldn't reach as he had already reached the third door.
Then there was what seemed to be a kind of couch near the door, as if it served the purpose on putting on the shoes he would have put off by sheer habit had it not been for him losing them an eternity ago, back when he had first entered that accursed realm.
He was certain there would be a multitude of other secrets in this place, other small details, but he was not willing to go any farther along the corridor that seemed to add doors as he moved along than he had to go, so he simply pushed the next door open, a normal door without any patterns, now just the handle being slightly weird, a know resembling a oval that stood out from the rest.
He was certain that behind this door there would be something, and not a corridor, but something meaningful, though in the end a corridor was an integral part of any house, so it was still meaningful in many ways.
There was a kitchen, not a living room, not some kind of throne as he had been expecting, btu a kitchen, and inside that kitchen, was a person, cooking as if not caring about him at all, or rather, there was a being, not a person, it was hard to tell what they were if he was entirely honest.
But he moved still.
Slightly turning to the small table with three chairs he pulled one of the four-legged seats out, wooden with some small decorations along the carving, bestowed with a comfortable orangey yellowish dark pillow with an interesting pattern, and sat down, food already on the table, though he had not seen it before.
There was cake, simple and looking quite delicious, there was pure sugar, a small snack for ehetrians who mostly lived off of sugar, there were muffins and cupcakes, cookies and bonbons, self-made as they looked, though indeed made by skilled hands, ones that had to know what they were doing.
Yet, even though his eternal hunger now began revolting once more, having quieted down after a few weeks in the forsaken realm, weeks where he hadn't eaten and simply began to get accustomed to the feeling of eternal starvation, still losing to this food, or any food really, as long as it was possible to fill his stomach, he did not dare touch it.
Then, the person moved, and he was still unable to truly perceive them, they were there, and they weren't, they were still and they were moving, irregular and constant, inconsistent and regular, they were an enigma in what one was able to perceive, an anomaly consisting of normalcy.
Female, that was certain, and soon much more became certain about 'her' appearance as he was finally able to perceive her entirely, not just stuck on something else.
It was as if one had taken the mother-character from a novel, and given her varying features considering of other characters.
Long wavy brownish golden hair belonged to her head that was free of skin blemishes and a face without problems, too perfect to be natural, too natural to be perfect, a smile that showed eternal beauty, eyes that seemed to constantly shift between colours, being slightly purplish right now, btu more so of a deep, calming brown that was fractured with green parts, eyes that one could perhaps get lost in if they weren't careful, literally.
For some reason they had quite the big bosom, that being interesting and even just noticed by Leyk because he was certain the woman was easily able to change her form and appearence, but nonetheless they were there, stretching out the white shirt they wore with slight decorations by the neck consisting of a small amount of cloth, the sleeves ending at the lower forearms, the pants being relatively tight but still loose enough to allow wide movement, a belt that was fastened to tightly and made her seem like she was in worse shape than she truly was, brown pants without any stains, just as the white shirt, a feat more difficult than many would imagine, especially when cooking spaghetti as Leyk now saw she had been doing, the spaghetti sending out drops of the sauce, red instead of purple, as if to defend itself from the alien attacker, something he knew too well, something that lowered his guard of the person a bit.
Anyways, the belt they wore was more akin to a simple leathery line that was often used to fasten clothes in the past, something he had actually once thought of making and once actually used before, it was rather useful to have a belt after all.
The he noticed the feet.