Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20191216212511/@comment-44540575-20191223035156

(I'm bored, so I'm going to describe Cian and Roslyn's room.)

When she felt Cian stop hyperventilating, Roslyn moved her arm from around him to her lap. She crossed her legs and laid her head on Cian's shoulder. She started to really look at their room for the first time. The wallpaper was a garnet red with a floral pattern and peeling in some places. There were two dark mahogany beds with ornate headboards and a matching wardrobe. There was a small table on the opposite side of the bed, also mahogany. The floor appeared to be oak but mostly covered by an elaborate rug with a rose pattern. Opposite the beds was a wall that was entirely bookcases. They were also mahogany, and had a glass door on the front. They were all filled with dusty books and the glass bottles Roslyn had put in there earlier. The volumes had titles such as "The Heart of the Matter," by Lord Cassius Sencen. The only light came from an extravagent chandelier in the middle of the room. Each crystal was so intricately and precisely cut, Roslyn assumed that only a master craftsman could've made it. There were old-fashioned lamps on each bedtable, and a window on the wall across from the door, but long, heavy red drapes covered it. The couch she and Cian were sitting on was somewhat in the center of the room with its back to the bookcases and facing the beds. (Door is to the left, and window to the right.) It was made of a dark red, almost burgundy, fabric with a frame of wood. The whole room smelled almost musty, but was also comforting and homey.