Interminable Rooms Fanart Novels & Stories

Then I feel him remove the blindfold from my eyes. I open my eyes to see a beautiful nursery room in front of my eyes. The walls were decorated with light blue colors, and many different cartoons and animes like the cartoons of a power ranger, the mini-adventures of Winnie The Pooh, Nobody, Yona in the Dawn, etc.

I said, looking around. “No. Sandra loves it.” She replied, politely. “May I ask why you wanted to see our room?” She asked, and I glanced at the pictures on the wall. Boy bands— One direction, Here at last, imagine dragons… Then, my eyes fell on one of the two desks that were against the wall, next to the door. I turned abruptly. Scattered on its surface were pictures of Derel.

Of course, I turned my back on him, I don't want to drool over his hotness. Yeah, he's really hot, I admit that. Adam's room is huge, black with a little gold in the window frame, door frame that became stunning complementary shades to look at. The air is fresh coming from the window, there are various paintings that can be seen around and it looks like he is the creator of all of them. There are expensive figurines with candles on display everywhere you turn giving off a fragrant smell. The whole environment is relaxing and enthralling. Whoever is the woman he will share this room with in a lifetime, I can say she is lucky.

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

Pale rectangles marked the floor where the rugs had been, and faint outlines ghosted the walls where art used to hang, and the windows ran floor to ceiling along the far wall, the whole city spread out and glittering beyond them. I’d drawn this room myself, on graph paper, at the folding table of a rented apartment, back when Lycan Root was little more than four employees and a prayer. The contractor told me the windows were too big, that they would get too hot in the summer from all the sunlight pouring in, but I’d made them put them in anyway.

or hate it. He continues to scan the room, walking up toward the big light fixture in the middle and gazing up at the black and light fan shape, before wandering over to a huge piece of art that nearly covers one wall. The art is oddly titillating without being at all sexual, and I can't help but wonder if I nailed his taste and what he was looking for. He continues wandering through the room, trailing his fingertips along furniture, before stopping to stare out the window.

• • • ~I see the angel and demons surrounding me It's going down, and you're comin' down with me~ • A person's room speaks a lot about him. That's why Daniel's enormous-sized room screams nothing but chilling danger to anyone who would enter it. His room is just like him- tedious, cold, unreadable and safe to say boring to Mili's eyes which is severely in need of some vibrant colour, cute decorations and wall paintings.

He sat on one of the chairs of one of the VR rooms a couple of minutes later. The room had different drawings on the walls done by kids not older than 7. Some were crude impressions of dragons, others were castles, and even there were some spaceships and aliens, but the most common ones were family members. The floor, on the other hand, was plain white, there were some paint stains on some edges, but those were uncommon.

I'll never be able to look at him without my eyes wanting to drop to the bulge between his legs. I run open palms over my head and down my face. Looking around the room, it reminds me of a hotel room. The room is polished with furnitures, the dresser against the wall in front of me has a giant mirror pinned above it. There are art painting and generic pictures of flowers and the ocean on the walls. The room is a palette of dark blue, and whites. Blue and yellow bedding, long sheer white curtains. The floor is solid cold and tiled as I walked and moved to the bed to sit.

Her smile stayed polite, not cold, nit warm. She guided me down the long hallway. We stopped in front of a door painted a soft, pretty pink. I loved pink. The sight of it made my chest tighten with unexpected warmth. “This is your room,” Kate announced. She opened the door and stepped aside so I could enter first. When I stepped inside, I could not hide the shock on my face. The room was painted in soft pink and white tones. But that was not the most surprising part. The walls were decorated with elegant artwork of fierce, beautifully illustrated female warriors in shades of blue, violet, and gold. The room felt stylish, modern, and surprisingly the way I wanted it.