http://rosestolilies.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] rosestolilies.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] queenoflogs2011-12-16 08:53 pm

Well, the weather outside is frightful

Characters: Everyone!
Date: Midnight the 16th of December
Summary: The inhabitants of the Garden get their reward for making out beneath the mistletoe, in the form of a lights show in the sky.
Warnings: N/A

In the dead of night, the Garden is dead silent. Without the sound of the city or urban life, only the noises of nature pervade the air. Crickets. Rustling leaves. The occasional footsteps of an animal.

However, tonight, at midnight, the silence is broken by a loud pealing of bells, rousing the people of the garden from their sleep. The bells continue ringing for nearly half a minute before falling silent. For a moment, the peacefulness of night returns to the Gardens.

Then the enormous mistletoe plant begins glowing, with a brilliant white light bright enough to be seen from all corners of the Garden. It fizzes, shooting off heatless sparks, and then bursts, shooting up into the sky and breaking into pieces of glowing light, forming various shapes. Above the Orchard, a series of hearts form, burst like fireworks, and reform. Over the Necessities, nymphs made of sparkling light kiss and dance through the sky, winking down at the people below. Over the ruins, flowers of multicolored light pop into existence and disperse. And above the Viridian Pavilion, fiery red phoenixes swoop through the air, burn out dramatically, and are reborn in a new cascade of light.

The show will continue until morning. Fortunately, now that the mistletoe's light has dispersed, it's not so bright that it should keep people awake.
britainsbiscuits: (snarky)

[personal profile] britainsbiscuits 2012-01-18 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! Was Prussia actually flustered? That was something rare to see. England's grin widened and she continued to draw into the magic dirt before a book was formed. Goethe's Faust. It looked old and worn.

"Yes, a book is a book. And this one is sitting here by itself."
Edited 2012-01-18 15:53 (UTC)

[identity profile] beerjugs.livejournal.com 2012-01-19 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
It was still somewhat hard to admit she wanted things, from comforts like a nicer roof on her head in the Gardens to less tangible things, such as companionship.

The book looked like it was worn from an old and long kept library. The pages gave off that musty beloved smell in the way of old books when they yielded to her fingers.

"Fill your heart to overflowing, / and when you feel profoundest bliss, / then call it what you will: / Good fortune! Heart! Love! or God! / I have no name for it! / Feeling is all; / the name is sound and smoke, / beclouding Heaven's glow."

Her eyes softened a bit at the familiar words, before something tugged at the edge of her mouth, curving her lips up.
britainsbiscuits: (humph)

[personal profile] britainsbiscuits 2012-01-19 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
England picked up the book, but held it to her chest, closing her eyes. "I didn't bring it here for you, r-really. It's my book, after all." Of course, she didn't really mean that. England was enchanted by this softer side of Prussia. It made her believe that there was still hope for them. It was absolutely a gift, to make Prussia smile.

"Buuuut. I suppose you can borrow it. For a little while!"

[identity profile] beerjugs.livejournal.com 2012-01-19 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Then you must know it by heart, judging by how worn it is," like I do, she didn't need to ask. Shifting on the grass, a touch closer to where England was, her eyes glinted, "Faust doesn't find his faith again--or at all--until he has fallen in love."
britainsbiscuits: (captivated)

[personal profile] britainsbiscuits 2012-01-19 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
The romantic aspect of the book was what caused England to read it many times over. Though that was not the main point of Goethe's famous work, it was something England could not gloss over. She was a hopeless romantic, usually when no one was looking. She had a library full of books, and most of them circled around romance novels... And not those trashy romance novels one could find in a grocery store in America. No, real romance novels. Gone With the Wind, Ravished, Romeo and Juliet. If the romance was combined with true history, that was even better.

She tilted her head towards Prussia, her expression becoming serious. "Love is a rather strong emotion. It can make even the strongest person weak in the knees, to the point where they will follow the object of their affection blindly."

As soon as England had said that, she wished that she hadn't. Averting her eyes, she quickly shoved the book into Prussia's hands and got to her feet.

[identity profile] beerjugs.livejournal.com 2012-01-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Promptly silenced just as she was about to open her mouth to argue the merits of Goethe's vision, Prussia balanced precariously at the decisive shove, catching the book with surprise as the other leapt to her feet.

"Fine. Perhaps I should have asked for Shakespeare, instead." England would have liked that, wouldn't she have? But there was only the sway of that long, long hair and the straight back facing her, instead.
britainsbiscuits: (downtrodden)

[personal profile] britainsbiscuits 2012-01-19 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
England was happy to give Prussia whatever she wanted, no matter what author, or what book, or whatever article of clothing. Right now, she was ashamed of her weakness, or rather, showing Prussia just how weak she was. She turned away when Prussia didn't try to stop her, and rushed off as the fireworks increased. It was a blessing, she thought, because it would give Prussia something else to focus on.