"If you insist," she says, perching on one of the arm chairs on the edge of the room, taking in the decor of the room. There's something oddly comfortable about James' house, a sense of homeyness she didn't expect. She associates James with order, rules, and adhering to the Thornton way of life, not the interior of a hunting cabin. "I didn't peg you for a cottage in the woods kind of guy, I have to say."
Part of her wonders what the hell she's doing, making small-talk with James Thornton in his home. Another part of her wants to know more, now that they've survived death together. All she knows entirely for sure is that their...relationship? is changing, and she doesn't know how.
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Date: 2014-06-01 11:06 pm (UTC)Part of her wonders what the hell she's doing, making small-talk with James Thornton in his home. Another part of her wants to know more, now that they've survived death together. All she knows entirely for sure is that their...relationship? is changing, and she doesn't know how.