[ At her quizzical look, he shakes his head minutely–nothing was wrong. His chin tips up to meet her kiss, the imprint of her smile left on his mouth. He lets his eye drift closed, then, as she brushes his hair back, the hand on her thigh lazily drawing patterns on her pajamas. ]
It's chaotic, during harvest. [ They'd hire out for seasonal help and for a whirlwind couple of weeks, there'd be so much to do from sun up to sun down that he and Jordie would be nodding off during supper. Their kitchen would be completely overtaken by bundles of flowers and herbs, hanging from the rafters or sorted into stacks on the long bench by the bay window at the back of the house. ]
There's a small family; tenants. It sat empty, after– [ Kaz frowns, the easy conversation suddenly turning difficult. The words are there, frozen on his tongue. He opens his eyes again, staring unblinkingly at the colorful pattern on her socks and attempting to sear it into his mind to override the memory of his father's blood seeping into the freshly-churned soil. Drawing in a shuddering breath, he at least tries to finish the thought in some manner. This is what she'd asked of him, isn't it? To trust her with all these jagged pieces, all the soft parts he'd never bare to anyone else. ]
Didn't want it falling into more disrepair.
[ At that, he curls his arm around her a bit more, her solid weight a balm that keeps him in the present. ] It's not very tall, won't be much of a challenge for you to climb.
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Date: 2024-09-29 02:16 am (UTC)It's chaotic, during harvest. [ They'd hire out for seasonal help and for a whirlwind couple of weeks, there'd be so much to do from sun up to sun down that he and Jordie would be nodding off during supper. Their kitchen would be completely overtaken by bundles of flowers and herbs, hanging from the rafters or sorted into stacks on the long bench by the bay window at the back of the house. ]
There's a small family; tenants. It sat empty, after– [ Kaz frowns, the easy conversation suddenly turning difficult. The words are there, frozen on his tongue. He opens his eyes again, staring unblinkingly at the colorful pattern on her socks and attempting to sear it into his mind to override the memory of his father's blood seeping into the freshly-churned soil. Drawing in a shuddering breath, he at least tries to finish the thought in some manner. This is what she'd asked of him, isn't it? To trust her with all these jagged pieces, all the soft parts he'd never bare to anyone else. ]
Didn't want it falling into more disrepair.
[ At that, he curls his arm around her a bit more, her solid weight a balm that keeps him in the present. ] It's not very tall, won't be much of a challenge for you to climb.