descensus in cuniculi cavum

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Who: Captain Kirk (kirk_it) and Lord Sebastian (fruitbrandy)
Where: Gardens, at Oxford and Elsewhere
When: At no particular point in time, really.
What: A Starfleet Captain and an Oxford undergrad walk into a garden...
Warnings: None!



Summer gardens owned Sebastian's heart. Sebastian could find the joy of drunkenness without drinking if only he could walk these gardens endlessly, preserved in a perfect labyrinth of youth. Perhaps it was a trick of summer's gold light, but everything here seemed eternal and unified under one high-reaching hymn. This was Arcadia and Sebastian was its Lord. All sleep was easeful, all life was bliss, and skulls with warnings writ on them were jokes to be laughed at because this was the world of immortal youth.

In the pastoral heaven of Oxford's Botanical Gardens, Sebastian slipped between the variety of plantlife Oxford had granted him, taking in the smell of flowers, the feel of ivy, the look of all the trees. He was alone, because sometimes he wanted to be, but he had Aloysius with him and totted the bear around by the paw. Sebastian should have been attending a lecture right now, of course, but the water lilies had called to him, and then the ivy, and now he didn't feel inclined to leave the gardens. So he didn't.

Comments

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

A glass house of sorts obligingly grew on the planet around her as she listened, though nothing like the glass house he saw. Larger, for a start, and merely encompassing the foliage already naturally existant in the area. A few ponds in rivulates and then converging into a proper lake also take shape as Jim lets her mind wander.

"I'm afraid I was never very good with mythological history," she says, somewhat apologetic.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

"It's my favourite kind of history," Sebastian says. "Do you want to hold the flower?" He can't lift it any further to offer it to her, but he does turn his head to the side so he can look at her.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

"Will it work?"

Doubts aside, she still steps forward, hands cupped a bit, to accept the flower.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

He can still see it as she takes it, and that does not seem unusual to him (what is, is) but he smiles still. He does have a particular fondness for the aesthetic, and 'Lady With Flower' has long been immortalized in the motif of art. "It's a bit slippery from the wetness," he says, "but at least if you drop it it will only fall into the water again. Isn't it lovely? A bit difficult to smuggle out, though. Not, of course, that I've ever borrowed flowers from the gardens for my buttonholes."