November licenseartistic prompt
Title / Prompt: Livraria Lello/ Bookstore
Character: Roger Smith
Warnings: None
Pairings: Roger/Satine
Fandom: Big O
Word count: 464
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Many Japanese and American companies own him.
Author's Note: This is the Roger I RP with. Very little canon here and if Satine is out of character, Satine!mun can kick me and make me write it right.
Roger hadn't been to Portugal before, but Satine had insisted that she'd be in every country in Europe before they'd return to New York. He didn't protest. After all, that was they had come. Be tourists, do all the touristy things - especially shopping. The limo they'd rented was already full of boxes. The driver had just goggled at the sheer amount of stuff they'd managed to fit into the middle seat. Roger didn't have the heart to tell the man that it had taken 3 limos in France to complete the shopping there. Fortunately, they'd already shipped all of that back home. Maybe it would be there by the time they returned.
She waved him off as she entered a boutique. The delicate orchid pink dress on display had drawn her eye and she just "had" to have a look. Roger pictured her in the dress and thought it might be just the outfit for the Ambassador's party on Wednesday. He looked a little up the street to a facade that proclaimed "Livraria Lello". He didn't understand Portugese at all, but "Livraria" looked a bit like "Lively", so perhaps he would find something of interest there.
Pushing open the door, Roger was stunned to find himself in a huge bookstore. He'd never seen so many books in his life outside of library. At first he thought he'd had stumbled into one, but the cashiers at the front indicated that this stunning display was for sale. Dark woods and glass reminded Roger of a church, as well as the stained glass ceiling. Despite the number of people, the atmosphere spoke of a reverence that reinforced Roger's impression. Slowly he moved past cases of books and statues of people he couldn't name. He mounted the stairs carefully, winding around until he reached a small landing. He wasn't too far from the next floor, but he had to look back down at the scene below. It was as if he stood on a pulpit, watching the faithful shuffle below him.
After a few minutes of people watching Roger quickly reached the second floor. Looking up at the stained glass above, Roger wondered if perhaps this had once been a cathedral or if someone had so loved books that he had built a monument to them and the sharing of knowledge with the like-minded. Tables with scattered volumes lined the area, making Roger regret that he couldn't read the language. He scooped one up, but found himself vaguely disturbed by words that seemed familiar, but not. The faithful moved around him, perusing titles, reading sections to see if they would make a purchase, but Roger felt distinctly disconnected. Illiterate in this land, it seemed rather spurious for him to remain a minute longer. However, in deference to the atmosphere, he strolled out leisurely back into the bright sunlight.
Character: Roger Smith
Warnings: None
Pairings: Roger/Satine
Fandom: Big O
Word count: 464
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Many Japanese and American companies own him.
Author's Note: This is the Roger I RP with. Very little canon here and if Satine is out of character, Satine!mun can kick me and make me write it right.
Roger hadn't been to Portugal before, but Satine had insisted that she'd be in every country in Europe before they'd return to New York. He didn't protest. After all, that was they had come. Be tourists, do all the touristy things - especially shopping. The limo they'd rented was already full of boxes. The driver had just goggled at the sheer amount of stuff they'd managed to fit into the middle seat. Roger didn't have the heart to tell the man that it had taken 3 limos in France to complete the shopping there. Fortunately, they'd already shipped all of that back home. Maybe it would be there by the time they returned.
She waved him off as she entered a boutique. The delicate orchid pink dress on display had drawn her eye and she just "had" to have a look. Roger pictured her in the dress and thought it might be just the outfit for the Ambassador's party on Wednesday. He looked a little up the street to a facade that proclaimed "Livraria Lello". He didn't understand Portugese at all, but "Livraria" looked a bit like "Lively", so perhaps he would find something of interest there.
Pushing open the door, Roger was stunned to find himself in a huge bookstore. He'd never seen so many books in his life outside of library. At first he thought he'd had stumbled into one, but the cashiers at the front indicated that this stunning display was for sale. Dark woods and glass reminded Roger of a church, as well as the stained glass ceiling. Despite the number of people, the atmosphere spoke of a reverence that reinforced Roger's impression. Slowly he moved past cases of books and statues of people he couldn't name. He mounted the stairs carefully, winding around until he reached a small landing. He wasn't too far from the next floor, but he had to look back down at the scene below. It was as if he stood on a pulpit, watching the faithful shuffle below him.
After a few minutes of people watching Roger quickly reached the second floor. Looking up at the stained glass above, Roger wondered if perhaps this had once been a cathedral or if someone had so loved books that he had built a monument to them and the sharing of knowledge with the like-minded. Tables with scattered volumes lined the area, making Roger regret that he couldn't read the language. He scooped one up, but found himself vaguely disturbed by words that seemed familiar, but not. The faithful moved around him, perusing titles, reading sections to see if they would make a purchase, but Roger felt distinctly disconnected. Illiterate in this land, it seemed rather spurious for him to remain a minute longer. However, in deference to the atmosphere, he strolled out leisurely back into the bright sunlight.