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heavyartilleryTitle: Day 16: Rachamps
Pairing/Characters: Carwood Lipton/Ronald Speirs
Warnings: none
Summary: prompt: Speirton + tree
A potted tree, hardly a foot tall, sits on the altar at the cathedral in Rachamps. In the early hours of the morning, the roster of Easy’s dead keeps Carwood awake. In his restlessness, he follows the candles’ glow to the tree. He skims a hand over its naked, drooping branches, the needles prickling his fingertips.
The nuns’ choir long gone, the men are asleep. Their new captain is not.
Speirs joins Carwood at the altar, pays homage to the derelict tree and the season it represents. “I hope next Christmas treats you better, Lieutenant.”
Carwood’s chest blooms with warm.
Pairing/Characters: Carwood Lipton/Ronald Speirs
Warnings: none
Summary: prompt: Speirton + tree
A potted tree, hardly a foot tall, sits on the altar at the cathedral in Rachamps. In the early hours of the morning, the roster of Easy’s dead keeps Carwood awake. In his restlessness, he follows the candles’ glow to the tree. He skims a hand over its naked, drooping branches, the needles prickling his fingertips.
The nuns’ choir long gone, the men are asleep. Their new captain is not.
Speirs joins Carwood at the altar, pays homage to the derelict tree and the season it represents. “I hope next Christmas treats you better, Lieutenant.”
Carwood’s chest blooms with warm.