Alphard Black (![]() ![]() @ 2008-09-26 02:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | alphard black, rodolphus lestrange |
Who: Alphard Black, Rodolphus Lestrange
What: Drinking
When: Now
Where: On the roof of his home above Pauly Blond Repair ♥
Rating: PG-13--TBD
Status: Incomplete//Closed
The absinthe was mostly untouched as he sat beside the overflowing garden on the roof. Vines trailed down from their pots and into his backyard, coating the walls and complimenting the large plot behind the repair shop that was also packed to the brim with green. And from his spot on the flat roof, he could look back and see the thick apple trees, or the front and see the busy city streets around him.
Soup boxes were crowded off to one side, all filled with small seedlings. Flowers were in full blossom--all blooms of useful things, like herbs, fruits. Fresh strawberries were ready to be picked, and he had a bowl of them beside himself, with a batch of handmade whipped cream resting his lap, thick and a little overly sweet.
Leaning back in the rickety lounge chair, he felt it creek under his weight. He and a few of his mates had made them. They were old leather and left over fabric, stuffed with the overly soft filling taken from discarded, broken old arm chairs, and coated in a water and stain proof charm. They were ugly, gaudy things, but more comfortable than anything Alphard had ever sat on even at his own luxuriant childhood home.
Closing his journal, pen in place to keep it marked, he set the item down beside "Civil Disobedience: A collection of essays by early 19th century philosophers". The journal looked like he had worked it too on his own--bound the pages and carved his personality on the cover. Blaring and deep was a gold inlay of the anarchists symbolic "A", with quotes from Thoreau, Emerson, and wizarding persons such as Felgrit. It all seemed a rather strange contradiction--Alphard with his well kept but chaotic garden atop a shop with a run down sign. The tattooed, mohawked man with hard liquor and a Pall Mall dangling from his lips, and his transcendental literature.