My master should try saying that with a paper and pencil in his hands.
[ there's a light in his eyes, as he starts to rattle things off... ]
More books! Well, naturally, but I want to lose count. I want it to be hard to see them all at once even though they're properly displayed. Bookcases from the floor to the ceiling, high enough you need one of those rolling ladders. [ ...so, vic's are already a good start. ] And I know it's not safe, but...candles, burning, to keep it all lit. Red and black and white, depending on which ones I want out.
...Of course, I don't want to just read all the time, so there needs to be somewhere nice to sit, take tea, fuss at sewing if I'm really bored... Brocade. Nice, delicate colors. Except not too much blue. And fresh flowers, in all the vases, not just every now and then when it's timely!
..A rug by the fire, but that's it. No carpet. I like hearing my heels click. [ and he sheds like nobody's business, but he's not calling himself out on that. [ Wood floor, I think, stone's too cold.
I want paintings, but no landscapes. Oils. No watercolors. And it can't get too muggy inside in the summer, because I don't want my fur mussed up while I'm relaxing at home. And the tub needs to be at LEAST the size of yours. I want to be able to stretch out.
[ speaking of stretching-- he stretches his hands forward in front of him on the bed, the motion one long shfhfhfhfhh sound across the sheet.
Like the ocean. He stares at his outstretched hands. It seems like he's done, at first, but finally he adds, slower. ]
...And I want a window, big as a wall, that shows the Forgotten Coast. With the corals in the water piled like bones. And you can see the sun setting, from it.
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[ there's a light in his eyes, as he starts to rattle things off... ]
More books! Well, naturally, but I want to lose count. I want it to be hard to see them all at once even though they're properly displayed. Bookcases from the floor to the ceiling, high enough you need one of those rolling ladders. [ ...so, vic's are already a good start. ] And I know it's not safe, but...candles, burning, to keep it all lit. Red and black and white, depending on which ones I want out.
...Of course, I don't want to just read all the time, so there needs to be somewhere nice to sit, take tea, fuss at sewing if I'm really bored... Brocade. Nice, delicate colors. Except not too much blue. And fresh flowers, in all the vases, not just every now and then when it's timely!
..A rug by the fire, but that's it. No carpet. I like hearing my heels click. [ and he sheds like nobody's business, but he's not calling himself out on that. [ Wood floor, I think, stone's too cold.
I want paintings, but no landscapes. Oils. No watercolors. And it can't get too muggy inside in the summer, because I don't want my fur mussed up while I'm relaxing at home. And the tub needs to be at LEAST the size of yours. I want to be able to stretch out.
[ speaking of stretching-- he stretches his hands forward in front of him on the bed, the motion one long shfhfhfhfhh sound across the sheet.
Like the ocean. He stares at his outstretched hands. It seems like he's done, at first, but finally he adds, slower. ]
...And I want a window, big as a wall, that shows the Forgotten Coast. With the corals in the water piled like bones. And you can see the sun setting, from it.