flowers of poison

Part 56: A room to remember

My mother's coming back home in a couple weeks so at least Phim and I will have a bit more help getting the three chaos pixies that are our younger siblings ready for school.

P.S. This is a great eared nightjar and it's literally a feathered dragon. I am in love.

P.S.S. Half of this chapter is literally me describing my dream room.

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5: 50 P.M.

Akihiro P.O.V.

I stride out of the master bedroom with renewed confidence and a subtle skip in my step as I adjust my headband to keep it from digging into that one spot behind my ears for too long. Everyone follows along behind me, the translucent invisibility bubble held up by Harue moving along with us.

I glance back and notice Hotaru's keeping his distance from everyone, probably worried about shocking them with his constant output of electricity or mp three waves, something like that. My lips quirk up to the side.

'Don't worry guys we're almost done with this place.'

We migrate across the hall and into the door, somewhat across from the master bedroom and Kana shoves open the door with a bang that makes most of us wince as she rolls her eyes "Chill, my bro's jamming the sound."

Himari closes the door after us, and we look around at the raised ceiling painted like the galaxy with accurate depictions of stars and tiny, thin white lines drawn between them, connecting them in a spider's web of constellations. I turn to my left my eyes widening at the sight of a loft bed seeming to be made out of a giant oak tree growing out of the floor but as I get closer, I can see that it's just been made with expert craftsmanship.

I brush my fingers of the twists of roots and knots in the carved bedframe that create at hidden staircase. I duck around the trunk of the tree brushing the faux hanging vines out of my way staring in awe at the fairy lights lining the seams of the wall where the frame is pushed against it, each light having a wire dragonfly placed on it.
My eyes land on the desk carved into the trunk of the tree with drawers, six underneath the desk, with three on either side of the chair pushed under her desk appearing to be made out of and intricate design of white birch branches twisted together. I brush my fingers over the lamp sitting on the corner of the desk, a cutesy green frog sitting on top of a fly agaric mushroom.

I pull the chair out from under the desk slightly to inspect the moss- colored shag cushion placed on the seat before pushing it back under the table and turning on my heel and looking down at the plush rug under my feet, colored with several different shades of brown, reminding me a bit of the dappled forest floor as sunlight shines down through the leaves of the trees in summer. I walk over to the loveseat which is a lovely shade of lake blue and had two red with white spotted mushrooms cap pillows tucked into each corner with mishappen gray plush pillows on the floor next to it, probably resembling rocks.
I reach for one of the mushroom cushions and turn it over revealing the fluffy white insides and realizing it's a cat bed that can be disguised as a lap pillow.

'Neat.'

I turn the pillow back over, tucking it into its original spot and brushing my fingers over the crocheted koi fish lining the back of the loveseat. I walk around the loveseat and brush my fingers over the back of the bookshelf attached to the bed frame walking out from under the bed, through the curtain of fake vines and around the corner to inspect the bookshelf lined with several thick novels, probably five hundred pages each, a couple of which I'd actually read. They're all very dark fantasy- esque or retellings of fairytales, with little romance and no happy endings. I pick out a book whose title looks familiar and flick through it quickly coming to the realization that this isn't a book, but a fanfiction I read a year ago that's been turned into a hardcover book, probably by the owner of the room. It is the fluffiest, most domestic, kid fic you could ever read, and I remember. Every. Single. Word of it. I slide it back into its spot on the shelf.