Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 8:25:40 GMT -5
Jack's eyes looked at the temples. Though he often stopped by his mothers with an offering of the foods that his abilities had grown, Jack really didn't believe that she cared. After all, when it came down to it, he knew that she didn't care. She only cared about one of her children, and it wasn't any here on the mortal plane of existence. Lady Trivia had been the one to lay both Ryan and Lexi to rest. Ceres only ever cared for Proserpina, never any other. But it was his grandmother who got all of the best offerings. Jack knew that he had been helped by her, probably more times then he would care to admit. There was something about her that spurred his focus. That gave him the will to fight against people who would threaten his farm, his home, his brothers and sisters, his best friend. He had returned from placing a few flowers on Ryan and Lexi's graves. Roses for Lexi and Ryan got a wreath of Hydrangeas, bursting with purple and blue colors. Lexi had been one of his closest sisters, he was the only one who could hug her or give her a brotherly kiss atop the forehead without being affected by what others called her curse. Ryan had always come by Jack's house with something that he might have cooked or baked. Jack made sure that his brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews always knew that his home was open to them. It was someplace they could go if they needed it.
The temples were built, though Neptunes was not as cared for as many of the others were. The Romans had their superstitions about the god of the Seas. IT wasn't his temple that he was after, no it was Bellona's temple. Jack's grandmother, Bellona, was a war goddess. His father's mother was more in his life then his own father. After being abandoned all the way across the country, Jack was guarded when it came to trusting other males. Save for Terry and his brothers, Jack knew that other people that came in to his life would eventually leave. Like his father had told him, he was an inconvenience. Jack made it his personal mission to make sure that he wasn't going to be the weak link in the chain. He was going to be strong, he could fight, he could protect people. Then he could feed them. Create wonderful dishes and foods that made some people drool.
Slung across his right shoulder was a large lunch box looking cooler. He never put anything on his left shoulder, he had the range of motion back, but there were times when the scar tissue that was under the burn twinged and hurt. Jack was too stubborn to see a healer about it. That meant that he had to go to an office, an office that was filled with people. People meant anxiety issues and becoming introverted where he would simply leave the office without taking care of the problem that had him coming into the doctors office originally. But once entering in Bellona's spotless temple, Jack unzipped the bag on his shoulder, placing on the table the finest offering that he could produce. Chicken that had been dredged in flour and spices, sauteed in butter with a creamy mushroom gravy atop, served with rice and succulent sauteed greenbeans with garlic. He based his existance off of other people's opinions on his cooking. He wanted to give the best food that he could to his grandmother as an offering. Something he was good at, something that he knew he could impress with. He placed the dish on the alter as he then thanked his grandmother in a silent prayer, placing his hand on the alter.
The temples were built, though Neptunes was not as cared for as many of the others were. The Romans had their superstitions about the god of the Seas. IT wasn't his temple that he was after, no it was Bellona's temple. Jack's grandmother, Bellona, was a war goddess. His father's mother was more in his life then his own father. After being abandoned all the way across the country, Jack was guarded when it came to trusting other males. Save for Terry and his brothers, Jack knew that other people that came in to his life would eventually leave. Like his father had told him, he was an inconvenience. Jack made it his personal mission to make sure that he wasn't going to be the weak link in the chain. He was going to be strong, he could fight, he could protect people. Then he could feed them. Create wonderful dishes and foods that made some people drool.
Slung across his right shoulder was a large lunch box looking cooler. He never put anything on his left shoulder, he had the range of motion back, but there were times when the scar tissue that was under the burn twinged and hurt. Jack was too stubborn to see a healer about it. That meant that he had to go to an office, an office that was filled with people. People meant anxiety issues and becoming introverted where he would simply leave the office without taking care of the problem that had him coming into the doctors office originally. But once entering in Bellona's spotless temple, Jack unzipped the bag on his shoulder, placing on the table the finest offering that he could produce. Chicken that had been dredged in flour and spices, sauteed in butter with a creamy mushroom gravy atop, served with rice and succulent sauteed greenbeans with garlic. He based his existance off of other people's opinions on his cooking. He wanted to give the best food that he could to his grandmother as an offering. Something he was good at, something that he knew he could impress with. He placed the dish on the alter as he then thanked his grandmother in a silent prayer, placing his hand on the alter.
