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heroslayer) wrote2009-12-21 06:19 pm
heroslayer) wrote2009-12-21 06:19 pm
for couples_therapy: it's for you
He wasn't sure where the flower had come from, the only living thing in the woods beyond the half-grown Evergreen trees they had come for, but he had the sneaking suspicion that Samuel had something to do with it. He couldn't say how exactly, aware of what the barker could do and knowing keeping something so fragile alive didn't exactly fall under terrakinesis, but how else could it have survived? The ground was frozen, a thin layer of frost blanketing what remained of the grass and the trees, and yet there it was, bright red petals reaching up towards the dark sky like a woman in prayer.
Regardless of the hows and whys, though, he moved over to it mutely, shooting a glance over his shoulder. Claire hadn't noticed it or him, too busy trying to find a tree that would work for them, for Christmas, and he smiled slyly, turning back to the flower with a plan in mind.
He murmured an apology to the flower -- silly, maybe, but he felt like a vandal, somehow -- and pulled it out of the ground. He looked down at it in his hands, thumb brushing lightly over the petals and mindful of the thorns, pushing dirt away, and then he was tucking it carefully into the flannel folds of his overshirt. He patted the space where it rested over his heart, making sure it wouldn't fall out while he walked, and turned back to Claire.
"Find anything?"
"Yeah," she called back, pointing to a tiny tree that would, hopefully, fit somewhere in the trailer. "What do you think of this one?"
"It's good," he said, moving to join her. And after a moment of the two of them studying it in silence, he knelt down next to it, pulling it free of the ground with grunt.
She nibbled at her lower lip briefly. "I guess we should have brought a shovel, huh?"
"It's fine. I've got it." Standing up, he shook the roots free of excess dirt, and nodded back towards the camp with a wry smile. "Let's just hope there's something we can put it in back at the carnival."
"I'll get a pot or something when we get back." Neither of them had thought that far ahead either, apparently. "Samuel's probably got something. He's got, like, a ton of plants in his trailer, so he's gotta have something we can put it in."
The idea that Samuel had somehow put the flower he'd found in place returned, but he said nothing. Instead, he simply nodded, and the conversation apparently done, the wandered back towards the lights and sounds in silence. And as they wound back through the carnival and to the camp, Claire gestured off to Samuel's trailer and then headed that way, leaving him to head back into their own in silence.
He set the tree down in the tiny sink in the bathroom and pulled the flower back out of his shirt, checking it over to make sure it had survived the trip. Then, when he was satisfied it was, he moved to put it on top of the wrapped package Claire had given to him the other night and sat down on the couch, content to pretend he had nothing to do with its sudden appearance. Not a moment too soon, either, as Claire returned a moment later, carrying an oversized pot.
She set it down in the space between the table and the couch, and dusted off her hands. "Okay. Tree me."
Making a soft amused noise, he got back to his feet and recovered the tree, setting it in the pot. He took a step back, looking it over with a frown as something occurred to him. "We're going to need some more dirt."
"Probably, yeah, but I don't wanna go bug Samuel again. One of us can get it tomorrow; I'm pretty sure the tree will make it through the night." She moved around the tree to grab the box she'd left for him only to stop short at the sight of the flower. His present forgotten in an instant, she picked it up, turning it over in her hands slowly, then looked up at him. "What's this?"
"I found it in the woods. It's -- " He had no money for a Christmas present; he had no money for anything. The clothes on his back, the trailer, it was all borrowed from one person or another around the carnival and given to him by Samuel. She had to know that. " -- it's for you. A Christmas present, I guess."
She looked almost uncomfortable. "You didn't have to get me anything."
"I know," he said, retreating to the bed. "I just wanted to."
He had a feeling that, somehow, he'd made a mistake. And just as he'd blamed Samuel for somehow putting the flower there in the first place, in that instant, a small part of him couldn't help but blame him for this, too.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 831
Note: Claire is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
its_notluck and is used with love and permission. ♥
Regardless of the hows and whys, though, he moved over to it mutely, shooting a glance over his shoulder. Claire hadn't noticed it or him, too busy trying to find a tree that would work for them, for Christmas, and he smiled slyly, turning back to the flower with a plan in mind.
He murmured an apology to the flower -- silly, maybe, but he felt like a vandal, somehow -- and pulled it out of the ground. He looked down at it in his hands, thumb brushing lightly over the petals and mindful of the thorns, pushing dirt away, and then he was tucking it carefully into the flannel folds of his overshirt. He patted the space where it rested over his heart, making sure it wouldn't fall out while he walked, and turned back to Claire.
"Find anything?"
"Yeah," she called back, pointing to a tiny tree that would, hopefully, fit somewhere in the trailer. "What do you think of this one?"
"It's good," he said, moving to join her. And after a moment of the two of them studying it in silence, he knelt down next to it, pulling it free of the ground with grunt.
She nibbled at her lower lip briefly. "I guess we should have brought a shovel, huh?"
"It's fine. I've got it." Standing up, he shook the roots free of excess dirt, and nodded back towards the camp with a wry smile. "Let's just hope there's something we can put it in back at the carnival."
"I'll get a pot or something when we get back." Neither of them had thought that far ahead either, apparently. "Samuel's probably got something. He's got, like, a ton of plants in his trailer, so he's gotta have something we can put it in."
The idea that Samuel had somehow put the flower he'd found in place returned, but he said nothing. Instead, he simply nodded, and the conversation apparently done, the wandered back towards the lights and sounds in silence. And as they wound back through the carnival and to the camp, Claire gestured off to Samuel's trailer and then headed that way, leaving him to head back into their own in silence.
He set the tree down in the tiny sink in the bathroom and pulled the flower back out of his shirt, checking it over to make sure it had survived the trip. Then, when he was satisfied it was, he moved to put it on top of the wrapped package Claire had given to him the other night and sat down on the couch, content to pretend he had nothing to do with its sudden appearance. Not a moment too soon, either, as Claire returned a moment later, carrying an oversized pot.
She set it down in the space between the table and the couch, and dusted off her hands. "Okay. Tree me."
Making a soft amused noise, he got back to his feet and recovered the tree, setting it in the pot. He took a step back, looking it over with a frown as something occurred to him. "We're going to need some more dirt."
"Probably, yeah, but I don't wanna go bug Samuel again. One of us can get it tomorrow; I'm pretty sure the tree will make it through the night." She moved around the tree to grab the box she'd left for him only to stop short at the sight of the flower. His present forgotten in an instant, she picked it up, turning it over in her hands slowly, then looked up at him. "What's this?"
"I found it in the woods. It's -- " He had no money for a Christmas present; he had no money for anything. The clothes on his back, the trailer, it was all borrowed from one person or another around the carnival and given to him by Samuel. She had to know that. " -- it's for you. A Christmas present, I guess."
She looked almost uncomfortable. "You didn't have to get me anything."
"I know," he said, retreating to the bed. "I just wanted to."
He had a feeling that, somehow, he'd made a mistake. And just as he'd blamed Samuel for somehow putting the flower there in the first place, in that instant, a small part of him couldn't help but blame him for this, too.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 831
Note: Claire is
its_notluck and is used with love and permission. ♥
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