Robert hmms to himself and opts for the door right in front of him, it opens easily onto a quaint bedroom. You can make out the shadowed details of a canopied bed with the outline of some sort of trunk at the foot of it and beyond that, a narrow window with the blind down, but other details are more formless shapes in the too-dark corners.<br/><br/>Unseen but possibly felt by the empathically open, whisps and tendrils of emotion and memory curl like smoke and fog from this room: Up high the light and airy spread thin and brief ribbons of joy, pure affections and warm spring afternoons. At the mid-level, thick and enveloping belts of passion, arousal and more animal lust while, seething about the floor is a calf-deep layer of obsession, possession and violent jealousy tinged with murder. You choose which you feel, if you feel and how deeply.<br/><br/>Robert initially smiles, then grows a bit discomfited with a faint flush of red. He stammers "A-a bedroom...yes...maybe this way then." He drifts off toward the door up the hall to the left of the bedroom, the awkward discomfort evident in his body language but his face shows confusion and ignorance of the source.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=21822.msg872151#msg872151">Quote from: coglio001 on 13-10-2008, 21:18:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rene felt herself grow more and more tense as Robert turned the doorknob. She thought she would scream as he opened it, but the reveal of the hall allowed her to heave a sigh. She smiled weakly at her brother. "Yeah, just a hall," she said softly.<br/><br/>She stepped closer to Robert. "Come on," she whispered to him, taking his arm and urging him forward. Rene wasn't sure which door to open, and trusted Robert to make the choice.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>