Post by hawksandfeathers on Jul 21, 2013 14:13:09 GMT 10
Title: Spirit
Rating: G
Prompt: Spirit, #18
Theme: Understated Genius
Series: Instrumental
Summary: The first king of Tortall has feelings behind his new palace.
Notes: Inspired by the song "To Build A Home" by The Cinematic Orchestra.
"There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls, and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I call my home."
-"To Build A Home", by The Cinematic Orchestra
The sun washed through the new Tusaine windows and splashed on the marble. The king of Tortall watched it and smiled, and gazed down at the cracks in the floor, at his broken boots. His pointed foot tapped the ground in an echo and he began to dance. He didn't care if anyone saw him; he didn't care if his hose got covered in paint. "My new home," he whispered. "My palace. The start of an empire." He swept his hand through the dust and coughed. It quickly turned into a laugh as he gazed at the ceiling wonderingly. "Look at that," he cried. "Tertius Rain's done it again!" Flowers and gods never seemed more lifelike; no other artist could have painted it better. His feet still moved with restless rhythm, and his eyes - his eyes were hopeful.
Rating: G
Prompt: Spirit, #18
Theme: Understated Genius
Series: Instrumental
Summary: The first king of Tortall has feelings behind his new palace.
Notes: Inspired by the song "To Build A Home" by The Cinematic Orchestra.
"There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls, and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I call my home."
-"To Build A Home", by The Cinematic Orchestra
The sun washed through the new Tusaine windows and splashed on the marble. The king of Tortall watched it and smiled, and gazed down at the cracks in the floor, at his broken boots. His pointed foot tapped the ground in an echo and he began to dance. He didn't care if anyone saw him; he didn't care if his hose got covered in paint. "My new home," he whispered. "My palace. The start of an empire." He swept his hand through the dust and coughed. It quickly turned into a laugh as he gazed at the ceiling wonderingly. "Look at that," he cried. "Tertius Rain's done it again!" Flowers and gods never seemed more lifelike; no other artist could have painted it better. His feet still moved with restless rhythm, and his eyes - his eyes were hopeful.
The song's awesome, you should check it out!
Go ahead. Always glad to share awesome songs.