Snippet - Hold your hand?
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wilderthanFandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: Loyalty chapter three
Quality: Checked over once, will be tweaked
Characters: Barney, Bran
"It's funny how things happen like that," Barney said, absently, already seated and looking down at the bowl.
"Like what?"
"Convenient. It always happened around Gumerry, and Will, too, I suppose."
"That's the way they are, I suppose," Bran said. He shook his head, moving to stand behind Barney's chair. "Do you want me to do something? Hold your hand? Look into it with you? Anything?"
"Just... be quiet," Barney said, not rudely, but absently. Bran cast a brief look at him and saw his eyes were already unfocused, dreamy. "Just be quiet, and stand there."
Bran stood. He had his hand on the back of Barney's chair, and he was looking at the back of Barney's head, unless he twisted and stooped a little to look at the bowl, or craned to see Barney's face. He noticed how pale the blond of Barney's hair was, noticed chips in the white paint on the kitchen chairs. He could hear a faint buzzing from outside, and realised he could hear the humming of bees in flight. He felt as if he was expanding. First he could just hear the hum of the bees, and then the baa of sheep, though there were none of the stupid woolly creatures close at that time of year. And then the hum of a car's motor, driving up the path, but much lower down or much higher up. He thought he heard John whistling to his dogs, and for a moment, thought he could hear his da's voice, but younger -- calling out his mother's name, desperate and lonely.
The bitterness of that thought took him back to the present. He didn't know how long he'd been standing there, but Barney hadn't moved. Cautiously, he moved his hand from the chair back to Barney's shoulder.
For: Loyalty chapter three
Quality: Checked over once, will be tweaked
Characters: Barney, Bran
"It's funny how things happen like that," Barney said, absently, already seated and looking down at the bowl.
"Like what?"
"Convenient. It always happened around Gumerry, and Will, too, I suppose."
"That's the way they are, I suppose," Bran said. He shook his head, moving to stand behind Barney's chair. "Do you want me to do something? Hold your hand? Look into it with you? Anything?"
"Just... be quiet," Barney said, not rudely, but absently. Bran cast a brief look at him and saw his eyes were already unfocused, dreamy. "Just be quiet, and stand there."
Bran stood. He had his hand on the back of Barney's chair, and he was looking at the back of Barney's head, unless he twisted and stooped a little to look at the bowl, or craned to see Barney's face. He noticed how pale the blond of Barney's hair was, noticed chips in the white paint on the kitchen chairs. He could hear a faint buzzing from outside, and realised he could hear the humming of bees in flight. He felt as if he was expanding. First he could just hear the hum of the bees, and then the baa of sheep, though there were none of the stupid woolly creatures close at that time of year. And then the hum of a car's motor, driving up the path, but much lower down or much higher up. He thought he heard John whistling to his dogs, and for a moment, thought he could hear his da's voice, but younger -- calling out his mother's name, desperate and lonely.
The bitterness of that thought took him back to the present. He didn't know how long he'd been standing there, but Barney hadn't moved. Cautiously, he moved his hand from the chair back to Barney's shoulder.
