Well, Mechanical was subjected to such high praise, I thought I'd give this another go. I don't belive it's as good as the first, but still worth sharing. Review to tell me if you want me to do the other characters as well
The castle was dark. Closed curtains, dimmed torches, surrounded by black woods. Sometimes the darkness seemed to be closing in, enveloping him in its suffocating grip. Some days, it seemed even the gentlest of breezes could snuff his flames out.
It was tough to be a candle in that kind of atmosphere.
He had to be strong for the other residents. He had to be brighter, brighter to keep the darkness at bay.
. . . Candles were fragile. He had never realized it before. They were romantic accessories, light sources. They set a mood. Flickering flames, dancing on their wick, casting long shadows on the wall. They were never objects of any consequence.
Then again, he had never expected to become one. To be an object of light and warmth in the cold darkness of the castle.
At first he tried to be optimistic. He burned his flames as bright as he could for as long as he could. He nearly burned himself out completely with false cheeriness and discovered just how quickly wax melted. Apparerently, even enchantments had their limitations. Over the years his light had dimmed with the falling petals.
But he made sure to never let it go out. Because Lumiere was terrified of the darkness. He was afraid of losing that spark. That last vestige of hope. It was up to him to keep something burning, to keep something alive in the hearts of the servants.
Even if it left him with no light at all.
Owning nothing. - SilverInkblot
