lotte karsten {christine daaé} (still_lotte) wrote in letalesquee, @ 2010-07-27 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | writing |
Debated on this before deciding to go with it. I've been writing some pieces based off prompts with a friend STRANGER and ended up doing a small series for Lotte last night. Not sure why. >_> In any case, as this is the squee comm I went what the heck and figured I'd post it up as it's got backstory which is fun :) Or you can laugh as this isn't my best.
So. Here have this short medium-sized piece based off the prompt Human. It's all pre-Bellum and it's SFW. Because it's Lotte.
When Lotte is three, ‘human’ is a loose term. She knows that she’s human and Daddy is human and so are the people she and her father play music for. Human means the people who’ll let them in for the night, despite not having anything to pay and will call her adorable. Human means eating, drinking, music, and playing and being. It’s what she is and what she does and there’s no doubt of what she is.
At three, Lotte assumes that everyone she meets is human too. The beggars her father plays by and the police who shoo them away. The only things which aren’t human are the dogs who she shares her bread and few snacks with. Daddy says they aren’t human and she needs her food and can’t give it away. Daddy can share his but Lotte can’t – this is a firm rule. What she is allowed to share is music, even to the very non-human, very dead birds by the benches where they sit. She shies away, a fist going to her mouth as her Daddy begins to sing. Monsters and beasties don’t usually get requiems, but this is an exception made for a lesson learned.