the lost boy (alcuin) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-12-24 02:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | #week: 10, &day: tuesday, *character: alcuin no delaunay, *character: carrick, *character: lillah perdue, @location: jannati city (general), ~thread: in progress |
WHO: Alcuin no Delaunay and OPEN.
WHAT: Alcuin explores downtown Jannati City in the midst of festive holiday decorations.
WHEN: Week 10, Tuesday evening.
WHERE: Jannati City square.
WARNINGS: To be updated.
STATUS: Pending.
His breath steamed ahead of him in great drafts from the darkness of his woollen hood. Alcuin had never been particularly suited to the frigidity of wintertime, despite how nature's palette this time of year brought out the loveliness of his skin and hair, but his beloved had taught him to dress warmly long ago. While it had been a trifling matter to acquire wool clothing before (his beloved made a small fortune every year selling the wool from the sheep on his estate), his current master had steadfastly refused to spend even a dime of his newly acquired fortune outside the purchase of his new slave – and was thusly flat broke most of the time. His master's policies spared him the embarrassment of having to inquire for necessities and exorcised the guilt he would have felt upon glimpsing the price tag.
His winter coat had been the first of his expenditures for the season. It was heavy along his shoulders but came to rest comfortably loose round the rest of him; the wool of it was quality and dyed black as pitch, with modest metal buttons done up to about his breast. Were it not for his great height the length of it might have reached his shins, as it was the coat drifted only several few inches beneath the knee, but he was not so vain as to have it tailored. His master's smile was a great deal shyer than before when he modeled it for him, turning this way and that way, he could think only of how much warmer his heart felt in his chest for it.
He made up the difference in length with a handsome yet functional pair of fine winter boots, the treads of which were currently crunching through a thin layer of muck upon the sidewalk that would surely turn to ice come morning. It had only been a few days since the supernatural community had all but shuttered their windows, closed their gates, and rolled up the red carpet of the city in lieu of the mysterious ailment that had robbed them their abilities. Already, he could see they yearned to dismiss the matter out of hand in public. Inwardly, he wondered how many of them had already launched an investigation, and how quickly it might turn into an old fashioned witch hunt (perhaps even literally.)
Even so, he'd been surprised to see just how quickly they had shucked aside controversy in favor of holiday decorations. It seemed for all the world like the cities' inhabitants sought to drive out the darkness and gloom of the season, and nowhere was that more prominent than city square. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of it; there must have been hundreds of light strands adorning city hall alone, and hundreds more lining each tree in the center of the square. If he gaped like a fish out of water it was only because it was perhaps one of the most beautiful things he had ever witnessed, surpassed only by the ancient cathedrals of his homeland. Snow glittered like diamond dust amidst the grand old trees there, save for the otherworldly glow of the skirt at their base.
Alcuin drew nearer to the square, pulling back his black hood to get a better look at the sights around him, like a moth drawn to flame. He thought of the Christmas market of Metz with its gleaming carousel and sweet smelling open air shop stalls, and grinned with boyish delight. “C'est beau...”