~*~Lighting~*~
Having just finished up a busy day of scouring bookstores, grabbing an apple at an open air market, and visiting an odd little scent shop, Landon was finally relieved to reach his home. The house would be a nice one, if it was a little better-kept. Two stories tall, the home had seen better days but was still quite a lovely building. It took the blond three tries before he remembered where he had left his keys, and as he entered he was confronted with the lingering scent of the spoiled milk that he had once again forgotten about until it was too late.
"Perhaps it would be best to light this now rather than later," he murmured to himself, placing his purchases carefully on the floor before cleaning off the counter, moving the books that were sitting there over to the table, instead, and picked up the burner from where he'd left it. He wasn't quite sure what h was doing, still, but before too long he had it set up and in place.
It took him another fifteen minutes to find the matches, and another five to light one properly
and get it to light the scent before it burned out and burned his fingertips. Eventually, however, the little scent was burning and its rosy, flowery fragrance was filling the room.
"Oh, this will definitely take care of those odors," Landon murmured to himself, smiling as he stepped back to look at it burn. To be sure, it was a little... effeminate, but it was nice in its own way... but - were they supposed to smoke like that? Or form patterns? The linguistics researcher was fairly certain that this was
not the norm, but he didn't know what was normal, really, so perhaps it was just an oddity about this particular type.
As long as it didn't catch anything on fire or damage any books - something that he wasn't worried about, since the truly valuable books were in his office, which was arguably the best-smelling room in the house since all it smelled of was books -, then it should be fine. He continued to watch the pretty smoke for a moment before he remembered that he had important work to be doing.
He couldn't waste all of his attention on pretty smoke when there was work to be done! Even if said smoke was strangely compelling to watch. Oh well, there was research to be done! He would check on the scent later, just to make sure it was still burning properly. Unless that smoke meant it was burning improperly? Could something - oh, what was he thinking about again? Oh, right, that half-translated script in his office. He needed to get back to that!
Off he dashed up the stairs, leaving the little scent to burn on alone.
