She entered her sitting room, allowing her guest to follow behind before moving to close the door. Her staff would present itself when requested, but lately she had found herself preferring more solitude.
Wallpaper of a delicate porcelain blue was detailed by hand, brushstrokes breathing life and depth into the room. One wall was anchored with a fireplace, flames licking at its hearth. It was, of course, not the fireplace. The one that childhood fantasies grew about like vines.
That one rested in her bedroom, freshly reclaimed from her childhood home. Faced with making this new space her own, it had been her first instinct. Perhaps because now, at the conclusion of her relationship with Louis, it finally felt permitted within her sense of fairness.
She turned to face Jack.
"You must be sure and inform me when you have one."
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Date: 2009-12-01 02:40 am (UTC)Wallpaper of a delicate porcelain blue was detailed by hand, brushstrokes breathing life and depth into the room. One wall was anchored with a fireplace, flames licking at its hearth. It was, of course, not the fireplace. The one that childhood fantasies grew about like vines.
That one rested in her bedroom, freshly reclaimed from her childhood home. Faced with making this new space her own, it had been her first instinct. Perhaps because now, at the conclusion of her relationship with Louis, it finally felt permitted within her sense of fairness.
She turned to face Jack.
"You must be sure and inform me when you have one."