Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
His head tilted, waiting and anticipating her reaction, before adjusting himself in his own seat. Stretching out the parchment, and using some nearby paperweight to place down along the sides, he allowed her access to peer while he drew out ministrations and machinations. The drawings were initially just blueprints, known outlooks of the current aspects of the home, from living room, kitchen, bathroom, and two rooms along their modest one-level, and then followed through on outlining a second floor.“Could even build some of it into the living room,” the more he thought about it, small little sections of shelving and desks, marking off the notions to the side. He paused, considering, before notching off a study for potential landscapes. It’d be cozy and comfortable with a hearth included, heating the upstairs portion, before his eyes flicked back to hers. “Probably,” nose wrinkling slightly, he began adjusting the proportions, scraping away some edges of the charcoal until they weren’t blurred lines any longer.
He fought off the notions of the unsaid…barely. “Or do we just put the bedroom there now?” Larger and expanded, with the rest of the downstairs to be fitted to their needs. The multitudes and possibilities were wide open – with studies, rooms for plants, wide open windows, additional fireplaces, armories…as long as it was all accessible and feasible.
