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triskehale) wrote2017-01-19 06:30 pm
triskehale) wrote2017-01-19 06:30 pm
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The entire cabin has started to smell like decaying wood and brittle pine needles scorched by hot bulbs. It's been nearly a month since Christmas, and the tree is still in the corner of the living room like a withering holiday ghost. It's starting to sag, curling in on itself enough that the star is crooked, but every time Derek so much mentions taking it down Barry's eyes get all wide and sad and well, Derek is immune to a lot of things but never those eyes.
They're sitting on the couch one night, fire roaring and just exacerbating the dried out pine smell, when Derek hears the quiet, tinny tink of a plastic Christmas ornament hitting the floor. At first he thinks it's Jinx, who has knocked the tree over no less than five times and is the reason there is a foot of space between the bottom of the tree and the start of the decorations, but the cat is lounging on the back of the couch behind Barry's head.
"Um," Derek says, closing his book and watching as another branch slowly sags, pulled towards the floor by the weight of a flimsy ornament. Needles drop to the floor and then, just in time for Barry to turn his head, the shiny red ball falls to the floor like it's just given up.
"I think it might be time, hummingbird," Derek says gently, turning to look over at Barry. "I'm pretty sure I just heard the tree actually sigh."
They're sitting on the couch one night, fire roaring and just exacerbating the dried out pine smell, when Derek hears the quiet, tinny tink of a plastic Christmas ornament hitting the floor. At first he thinks it's Jinx, who has knocked the tree over no less than five times and is the reason there is a foot of space between the bottom of the tree and the start of the decorations, but the cat is lounging on the back of the couch behind Barry's head.
"Um," Derek says, closing his book and watching as another branch slowly sags, pulled towards the floor by the weight of a flimsy ornament. Needles drop to the floor and then, just in time for Barry to turn his head, the shiny red ball falls to the floor like it's just given up.
"I think it might be time, hummingbird," Derek says gently, turning to look over at Barry. "I'm pretty sure I just heard the tree actually sigh."