|threecenturyman (threecenturyman) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2015-11-09 22:31:00
|Entry tags:||!open, ~micha delmare, ~steve rogers (old)|
Steve was starting to get a little antsy. The days were getting shorter until Michael would be born and he still hadn't even planned the nursery yet. Finding the room was easy enough as they had a sort of suite in the temple. All he had to work on was getting the furniture and painting the room. That would be easy enough. Though he currently stood in the room with some paint swatches he'd found in one of the stores, trying to decide exactly which colors to paint the walls. And he would definitely have to figure out what mural he'd put on one wall, as he'd done with all of his children. Each one had a different mural and this one would be no different. He just hadn't decided just what it would be yet. Getting the wall color figured out would help. He bit his lip as he kept holding the swatches up to the wall.