Natten går tunga fjät...
Dec. 13th, 2012 03:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jelliclejewelIt's early morning, so early that the sun has yet to start rising, and through the Mystery Cat's house creeps a silent creature all dressed in white, with a red sash around her waist and a crown of candles in her hair.. She glides gracefully over the floor, and almost seems to be glowing. In her hands she's carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and a bunch of saffron buns she baked the evening before, refusing to let him have one and staying secretive about what they were for. It had made him most prickly, but she hopes he might forgive her for being a bit of a tease now that he will finally his answer.
This isn't a Jellicle tradition, but Victoria makes friends easily and has learned about all sorts of celebrations, and she decided on a whim to give this one a try, because if there is one thing she thinks Macavity needs more of in his life, it's light.
She pushes the door to his bedroom open carefully, and starts to sing. She doesn't actually know the language she's singing in and some of her pronounciations are a little awkward, but perhaps it doesn't matter so very much when her only audience is the monster of depravity who's stolen her heart.
This isn't a Jellicle tradition, but Victoria makes friends easily and has learned about all sorts of celebrations, and she decided on a whim to give this one a try, because if there is one thing she thinks Macavity needs more of in his life, it's light.
She pushes the door to his bedroom open carefully, and starts to sing. She doesn't actually know the language she's singing in and some of her pronounciations are a little awkward, but perhaps it doesn't matter so very much when her only audience is the monster of depravity who's stolen her heart.
