[ Miss Liza drifts in and out of her thoughts, silenced for good when she sees the room. She wonders if things like this are really taken into careful consideration by others. Things normal people do perhaps. His concern over the room's appearance she finds endearing some, small smile tugging at her lips as she looks around. Never entirely sure what to expect, she finds it's suitable and can't find anything wrong with it. ]
It looks fine.
[ There are no rose petals scattered, no pop of champagne, no romantic music nor moonlight pouring in through silk drapes. Nothing is romantic about the room, yet she finds it just right. Somehow, with how simple it is, it feels like them and she can't tear herself away from that feeling.
Should rose petals drift from the ceiling, she might feel uncomfortable in all honesty.
A swallow of a sigh, a glance is given to him, fingers tugging at his for a brief moment. No point in standing around when a room has been decided on, so feet carry her off towards the bed, stopping when she reaches it. ]
It's funny to say it but... you would think something like how a room looks doesn't matter as much as who it is you're with. At least it's how I'm feeling.
[ Words soft, almost shy in a way, teeth drag over her lower lip and she reaches forward to let fingers stroke along the top of the mattress; it's soft. ]
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Date: 2016-02-06 08:11 pm (UTC)From:It looks fine.
[ There are no rose petals scattered, no pop of champagne, no romantic music nor moonlight pouring in through silk drapes. Nothing is romantic about the room, yet she finds it just right. Somehow, with how simple it is, it feels like them and she can't tear herself away from that feeling.
Should rose petals drift from the ceiling, she might feel uncomfortable in all honesty.
A swallow of a sigh, a glance is given to him, fingers tugging at his for a brief moment. No point in standing around when a room has been decided on, so feet carry her off towards the bed, stopping when she reaches it. ]
It's funny to say it but... you would think something like how a room looks doesn't matter as much as who it is you're with. At least it's how I'm feeling.
[ Words soft, almost shy in a way, teeth drag over her lower lip and she reaches forward to let fingers stroke along the top of the mattress; it's soft. ]
Maybe that's the human part of me talking.