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tamingthemuseTitle: Wood
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 400 - Mahogany
Warnings: Not sure where I was going. Still unclear about it. Written while quite tired.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Anthony ran his fingers along the new wardrobe. He had just bought it from an auction.
Anthony ran his fingers along the new wardrobe. He had just bought it from an auction. It was his first expensive purchase since he had inherited his father's money. He hadn't wanted to upgrade his lifestyle, he hadn't even really know what to do with the money. He had gone to the auction house on a whim, simply to see what other people with money could get and when his eyes fell on that wardrobe he had fallen in love with it. He had loved its deep reddish-brown colour and the smoothness of its wood. It wasn't like the smoothness of his otherwise Ikea furniture. It felt real. You could still sense the life of the tree from lands far away. Sliding your hand against the wood felt like touching something real, not made up and ready-made. People had worked on this piece of furniture, people who had known their job and known that wood and had done their best to make it shine, give it an eternal life through their gentle carving.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at the wardrobe. It felt out of place in his bedroom filled with piece of made-up furniture, painstakingly assembled by him and his wife trying to follow instructions on a piece of paper. They hadn't known what they had been doing. They hadn't known the wood.
He got up and went to caress the wardrobe once more. He closed his eyes and let his fingers trace the edges of the engravings on the door. He almost thought he could feel a pulse beating through. He opened his eyes but their was no movement, only the wardrobe majestically sitting in front of him. He smiled and in that instant he knew he needed to know the wood, he needed to understand how they lived and worked. He was going to built furniture for his entire house to go with that single wardrobe of mahogany.
Years later, he had moved house, had one built especially for his furniture. The mahogany wardrobe was still here, dominating his bedroom. It was a masterpiece he could never surpass, a goal to aim for. He had become very familiar with wood and had created a successful business of modelling furniture and decorations for people's home. He created pieces that lived and breathed, wood that grew and creaked over time making its presence known, accustoming itself to its new surroundings. He gave homes a special touch, a personal touch, accommodating the wood with its proprietors. He had done the same with his own home. He had grown it lovely over the years, thinking he would one day replace the old mahogany wardrobe but he never could. With each passing day working in his shed, he had come to love the wardrobe more and more as he understood its secret and the magic of the wood it was made from. And now he knew he could never get rid of that wardrobe that has giving him and his house a new life.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 400 - Mahogany
Warnings: Not sure where I was going. Still unclear about it. Written while quite tired.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Anthony ran his fingers along the new wardrobe. He had just bought it from an auction.
Anthony ran his fingers along the new wardrobe. He had just bought it from an auction. It was his first expensive purchase since he had inherited his father's money. He hadn't wanted to upgrade his lifestyle, he hadn't even really know what to do with the money. He had gone to the auction house on a whim, simply to see what other people with money could get and when his eyes fell on that wardrobe he had fallen in love with it. He had loved its deep reddish-brown colour and the smoothness of its wood. It wasn't like the smoothness of his otherwise Ikea furniture. It felt real. You could still sense the life of the tree from lands far away. Sliding your hand against the wood felt like touching something real, not made up and ready-made. People had worked on this piece of furniture, people who had known their job and known that wood and had done their best to make it shine, give it an eternal life through their gentle carving.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at the wardrobe. It felt out of place in his bedroom filled with piece of made-up furniture, painstakingly assembled by him and his wife trying to follow instructions on a piece of paper. They hadn't known what they had been doing. They hadn't known the wood.
He got up and went to caress the wardrobe once more. He closed his eyes and let his fingers trace the edges of the engravings on the door. He almost thought he could feel a pulse beating through. He opened his eyes but their was no movement, only the wardrobe majestically sitting in front of him. He smiled and in that instant he knew he needed to know the wood, he needed to understand how they lived and worked. He was going to built furniture for his entire house to go with that single wardrobe of mahogany.
Years later, he had moved house, had one built especially for his furniture. The mahogany wardrobe was still here, dominating his bedroom. It was a masterpiece he could never surpass, a goal to aim for. He had become very familiar with wood and had created a successful business of modelling furniture and decorations for people's home. He created pieces that lived and breathed, wood that grew and creaked over time making its presence known, accustoming itself to its new surroundings. He gave homes a special touch, a personal touch, accommodating the wood with its proprietors. He had done the same with his own home. He had grown it lovely over the years, thinking he would one day replace the old mahogany wardrobe but he never could. With each passing day working in his shed, he had come to love the wardrobe more and more as he understood its secret and the magic of the wood it was made from. And now he knew he could never get rid of that wardrobe that has giving him and his house a new life.
