[Being lifted off her feet takes Jill by surprise; she lets out a little squeal of a laugh and a jokingly admonishing "Clive" before wrapping an arm around his neck, moving along with him as he angles them safely inside. The gesture only adds to the feeling of home that's already begun to burrow its way into her heart, and her mind wanders to the thought of him lifting her off Ambrosia's back and carrying her like this again, through this very same door, on their wedding night.
And every now and again after that as well, she hopes. It might be something small in the grander scheme of things, but she likes these little surprises. Likes being kept on her toes like this, never knowing where joy awaits her but understanding that it does all the same.
There's a definite bounce to her step as her feet meet the floor, and she looks around with a sense of wonder not unlike that with which she viewed the heart of Drake's Head. All the furniture is fairly basic – just neutral shapes in neutral fabrics – but Jill's awe isn't rooted in the present, anyway. Rather, it's born of the faith that their future is finally, finally scaffolded by dreams that feel more real than fantastical.]
And plenty of room for curling up in front of it.
[Said as they walk past the living room, down the hall and towards the washroom. She steps inside first, then stands off to the side, from where she motions towards the sizeable tub tucked away in its own little cubby, beaming an impish little grin as she does. One that's been lost to her since she was a girl.]
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Date: 2024-04-13 06:02 pm (UTC)And every now and again after that as well, she hopes. It might be something small in the grander scheme of things, but she likes these little surprises. Likes being kept on her toes like this, never knowing where joy awaits her but understanding that it does all the same.
There's a definite bounce to her step as her feet meet the floor, and she looks around with a sense of wonder not unlike that with which she viewed the heart of Drake's Head. All the furniture is fairly basic – just neutral shapes in neutral fabrics – but Jill's awe isn't rooted in the present, anyway. Rather, it's born of the faith that their future is finally, finally scaffolded by dreams that feel more real than fantastical.]
And plenty of room for curling up in front of it.
[Said as they walk past the living room, down the hall and towards the washroom. She steps inside first, then stands off to the side, from where she motions towards the sizeable tub tucked away in its own little cubby, beaming an impish little grin as she does. One that's been lost to her since she was a girl.]
Go on, then. Let's see how well it suits you.