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tamingthemuseTitle: Ritual
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #296 - Ritual
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Adam shed his old life as he entered his grand-father cabin.
Adam closed the door of his grand-father cabin and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, inhaling the raw smell of earth and wood. He could feel his muscles relax as his breath deepened. The smell was part of his ritual. He needed to stop and smell every time he entered this room. He needed to shed the outside world, to forget who he was and what was happening behind that door. He opened his eyes and smiled. Everything's was as he had left it. It was no surprise, no one ever came this far into the country, no one even remembered what the country was.
He took a step forward, letting his coat slide off his shoulders and fall onto the floor. He liked the untidiness of the place and the way no two items were the same. He went to the left side of the cabin and opened a chest of drawers. The plates and cups he had made seemed to be glanced happily at him. Their forms was irregular, some of them were even a wonder in their very existence. He took one of the most irregular cup and went to the barrel of water. His hands embraced the cups, letting his fingers feel the roughness of it and finding their marks perfectly. It had been one of the first cup he had sculpted successfully. It looked ugly but it didn't matter. He had made it, it was rightfully his and his alone.
He plunged the cup into the water. It felt icy cold against the tip of his fingers. He shivered. He brought the cup to his lips and drained the cup in one gulp. The water woke him up, purged him from the inside. He shivered from head to toe in one long movement. The cold hurt his head but he didn't care. It needed to be done, he needed to clean himself from the sleek metal and glass from the outside world. He plunged the cup in the water again. He drank it slowly this time, one sip at a time. When the cup was half empty he walked to the table and sat on the single chair around it. He put down the cup and started to empty his trousers pockets. He got out a long knife made of metal and wood. The wood has been his doing. Next to it, he placed a folded paper and a coin. He caressed the coin gently before resting it on the table. He had found it a week ago in the small garden. He had been preparing the ground for the first vegetable of the year and the coin had surfaced. An old coin from times long gone. It was worth nothing in today's wold but for him it had been like a treasure, something to hang on to in the hardest moment of his life.
He opened the piece of paper and glanced at the drawing on it. He had work all week long on it. Every time he had been able to isolate himself he had drawn lines, trying to imagine a new set of shelves to put on the wall on top of the bed. He studied it for a minute before finishing his water in one long gulp. As he placed the cup back on the table he got up.
"Alright, let's get to work." his voice was resolute and happy. He was ready. He had cleaned the outside world from his body. He could start living now.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #296 - Ritual
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Adam shed his old life as he entered his grand-father cabin.
Adam closed the door of his grand-father cabin and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, inhaling the raw smell of earth and wood. He could feel his muscles relax as his breath deepened. The smell was part of his ritual. He needed to stop and smell every time he entered this room. He needed to shed the outside world, to forget who he was and what was happening behind that door. He opened his eyes and smiled. Everything's was as he had left it. It was no surprise, no one ever came this far into the country, no one even remembered what the country was.
He took a step forward, letting his coat slide off his shoulders and fall onto the floor. He liked the untidiness of the place and the way no two items were the same. He went to the left side of the cabin and opened a chest of drawers. The plates and cups he had made seemed to be glanced happily at him. Their forms was irregular, some of them were even a wonder in their very existence. He took one of the most irregular cup and went to the barrel of water. His hands embraced the cups, letting his fingers feel the roughness of it and finding their marks perfectly. It had been one of the first cup he had sculpted successfully. It looked ugly but it didn't matter. He had made it, it was rightfully his and his alone.
He plunged the cup into the water. It felt icy cold against the tip of his fingers. He shivered. He brought the cup to his lips and drained the cup in one gulp. The water woke him up, purged him from the inside. He shivered from head to toe in one long movement. The cold hurt his head but he didn't care. It needed to be done, he needed to clean himself from the sleek metal and glass from the outside world. He plunged the cup in the water again. He drank it slowly this time, one sip at a time. When the cup was half empty he walked to the table and sat on the single chair around it. He put down the cup and started to empty his trousers pockets. He got out a long knife made of metal and wood. The wood has been his doing. Next to it, he placed a folded paper and a coin. He caressed the coin gently before resting it on the table. He had found it a week ago in the small garden. He had been preparing the ground for the first vegetable of the year and the coin had surfaced. An old coin from times long gone. It was worth nothing in today's wold but for him it had been like a treasure, something to hang on to in the hardest moment of his life.
He opened the piece of paper and glanced at the drawing on it. He had work all week long on it. Every time he had been able to isolate himself he had drawn lines, trying to imagine a new set of shelves to put on the wall on top of the bed. He studied it for a minute before finishing his water in one long gulp. As he placed the cup back on the table he got up.
"Alright, let's get to work." his voice was resolute and happy. He was ready. He had cleaned the outside world from his body. He could start living now.
