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rainbowfic2015-09-05 01:17 am
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-09-05 01:17 am
Milk Botle
Name: Sebastian
Title: a prayer for those who are listening
Story: Jealous of Roses
Colors: Milk Bottle: 3. Magic Lantern
Supplies/Styles: Graffiti (Milk Bottle)
Word Count: 238
Rating: G
Warnings: Nothing
Notes: Forshipwreck_light I'm going to introduce her to the rest of my JoR gang through doing Milk Bottle prompts.
Tonight we have Lobelia, she's either shy or aloof, depending on who you are and she's also a creature of science as much as she is a creature of belief.
She keeps to herself a lot of the time, choosing to not get mixed up with the other courtiers unless it's a job or a particularly interesting day around the manor.
And Lantern day.
No one is entirely sure what is with Lobelia and the lanterns and she doesn't tell them. It's her secret, her special, private thing that she does twice a year.
She goes around the manor, hanging paper lanterns all over, humming to herself. After a few years, the others realize it's the same tune and just assume it's a part of the weird ritual she's constructed.
She makes a meal too, sweet meat and rice with vegetables. She piles it all together so the sauces blend and eats it alone in one of the many rooms with the lanterns. Others are welcome to have it and she tells them so, but she never dines with anyone else.
No one knows what the lanterns mean, or the food, or even the song. No one understands that she needs a little ritual in her life, something she can lean on and know that it will happen every year. Something she can trust to continue as long as she does.
So maybe she can consider the lanterns a prayer, the food an offering. She has her gods, though she doesn't speak of them. Maybe this is as close to worship as she can let herself come to.
Title: a prayer for those who are listening
Story: Jealous of Roses
Colors: Milk Bottle: 3. Magic Lantern
Supplies/Styles: Graffiti (Milk Bottle)
Word Count: 238
Rating: G
Warnings: Nothing
Notes: For
shipwreck_light I'm going to introduce her to the rest of my JoR gang through doing Milk Bottle prompts. Tonight we have Lobelia, she's either shy or aloof, depending on who you are and she's also a creature of science as much as she is a creature of belief.
She keeps to herself a lot of the time, choosing to not get mixed up with the other courtiers unless it's a job or a particularly interesting day around the manor.
And Lantern day.
No one is entirely sure what is with Lobelia and the lanterns and she doesn't tell them. It's her secret, her special, private thing that she does twice a year.
She goes around the manor, hanging paper lanterns all over, humming to herself. After a few years, the others realize it's the same tune and just assume it's a part of the weird ritual she's constructed.
She makes a meal too, sweet meat and rice with vegetables. She piles it all together so the sauces blend and eats it alone in one of the many rooms with the lanterns. Others are welcome to have it and she tells them so, but she never dines with anyone else.
No one knows what the lanterns mean, or the food, or even the song. No one understands that she needs a little ritual in her life, something she can lean on and know that it will happen every year. Something she can trust to continue as long as she does.
So maybe she can consider the lanterns a prayer, the food an offering. She has her gods, though she doesn't speak of them. Maybe this is as close to worship as she can let herself come to.