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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2014-12-19 03:12 pm
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2014-12-19 03:12 pm
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Advent Day 19 (White Pine Original Fic)
Title: Advent Day 19
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 590
Summary: A Christmas/New Year’s fic to help bump up the word count for 1_million_words. Wherein Travis and Ethan muddle their way through December and try to stay on Santa’s Nice List.
Author’s Note: I’m not a Christmas person. My family is much better than Ethan’s, but still… it’s too much of everything for someone like me. I do like the cookies though.
Day 19
Ethan held the axe in his hands and stared at the tree. It was inside the house, therefore making it ineligible for firewood, and yet, the urge to chop it to bits remained. There was less than a week to go, he could hold it together for that much longer, couldn’t he?
“Ethan, honey,” Travis’ gentle voice called. “The firewood is outside, remember?”
He turned and faced Travis, frowning. “Isn’t Christmas over yet? I mean, there have been parties, cookies, toasts, and presents. Can’t we move on to New Year’s already?”
Murphy gave him a pretty, pouty face. “Aw, baby. You really want to skip past our anniversary?”
“You really still consider that our anniversary? Even considering I left you behind just a few days after?” Even though Travis had proposed to him on crux between Christmas Eve and Morning just last year, he still had a hard time grasping it all.
“Of course I do,” he said, taking the axe out of his hand. “And if either of us had had any idea how to operate an actual, functioning relationship back then, we wouldn’t have broken up before we could have gotten together.”
“What are you talking about?” How do you operate a relationship anyway?
“What I mean is, if I could have told you I wanted you to stick around and actually be my boyfriend, instead of letting you run off to the city, maybe you wouldn’t have left. Or,” he smiled, a faraway look in his eyes, “maybe you wouldn’t have stayed away for so long.”
Maybe. That would, of course, have required Ethan being honest with himself about how he’d been feeling at the time. Not something that he could have actually accomplished two years ago. Last year? Yeah, he’d definitely made progress, but he was still light years behind Travis in the emotional acceptance department.
“You have a point,” he conceeded, finally. “Don’t get angry with me, but I’ve never been a Christmas person. My family copped to all the outward appearances of the holiday, but that’s pretty much all it was. A tree and some presents. So, living with someone like you at this time of year is taking some getting used to.”
“Admit it, you can’t handle my holiday perk,” he snickered.
“There is quite a bit about you that I can’t handle, but your holiday perk I have no intention of learning how to handle. The rest? I’m working on it.”
“See that you do,” Murphy joked, handing him the axe back. “Now go chop some wood so you and I don’t freeze our tootsies off tonight.”
“Your tootsies are safe in my hands,” Ethan replied, cringing at how bad it sounded coming out of his mouth. “I’ll be back in a few.”
“Have fun storming the castle, baby,” he called after him.
“Thank you, Miracle Max,” he laughed, stepping onto the porch and into the crisp, December afternoon.
He pulled a log out of the pile by the deck and swung his axe at it. Tugging it out of the wood, he came to a conclusion. He wasn’t ever going to love Christmas – too much hustle, bustle, and fakery involved in the whole shebang, but because of the doofus in the living room, he figured he could learn to maybe like it. A little. Besides, if he didn’t learn to fake it, Mama Murphy was going to hang him by the toes next to his stocking.
Note to self, he thought. Learn to like the attention. And the season.
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 590
Summary: A Christmas/New Year’s fic to help bump up the word count for 1_million_words. Wherein Travis and Ethan muddle their way through December and try to stay on Santa’s Nice List.
Author’s Note: I’m not a Christmas person. My family is much better than Ethan’s, but still… it’s too much of everything for someone like me. I do like the cookies though.
Day 19
Ethan held the axe in his hands and stared at the tree. It was inside the house, therefore making it ineligible for firewood, and yet, the urge to chop it to bits remained. There was less than a week to go, he could hold it together for that much longer, couldn’t he?
“Ethan, honey,” Travis’ gentle voice called. “The firewood is outside, remember?”
He turned and faced Travis, frowning. “Isn’t Christmas over yet? I mean, there have been parties, cookies, toasts, and presents. Can’t we move on to New Year’s already?”
Murphy gave him a pretty, pouty face. “Aw, baby. You really want to skip past our anniversary?”
“You really still consider that our anniversary? Even considering I left you behind just a few days after?” Even though Travis had proposed to him on crux between Christmas Eve and Morning just last year, he still had a hard time grasping it all.
“Of course I do,” he said, taking the axe out of his hand. “And if either of us had had any idea how to operate an actual, functioning relationship back then, we wouldn’t have broken up before we could have gotten together.”
“What are you talking about?” How do you operate a relationship anyway?
“What I mean is, if I could have told you I wanted you to stick around and actually be my boyfriend, instead of letting you run off to the city, maybe you wouldn’t have left. Or,” he smiled, a faraway look in his eyes, “maybe you wouldn’t have stayed away for so long.”
Maybe. That would, of course, have required Ethan being honest with himself about how he’d been feeling at the time. Not something that he could have actually accomplished two years ago. Last year? Yeah, he’d definitely made progress, but he was still light years behind Travis in the emotional acceptance department.
“You have a point,” he conceeded, finally. “Don’t get angry with me, but I’ve never been a Christmas person. My family copped to all the outward appearances of the holiday, but that’s pretty much all it was. A tree and some presents. So, living with someone like you at this time of year is taking some getting used to.”
“Admit it, you can’t handle my holiday perk,” he snickered.
“There is quite a bit about you that I can’t handle, but your holiday perk I have no intention of learning how to handle. The rest? I’m working on it.”
“See that you do,” Murphy joked, handing him the axe back. “Now go chop some wood so you and I don’t freeze our tootsies off tonight.”
“Your tootsies are safe in my hands,” Ethan replied, cringing at how bad it sounded coming out of his mouth. “I’ll be back in a few.”
“Have fun storming the castle, baby,” he called after him.
“Thank you, Miracle Max,” he laughed, stepping onto the porch and into the crisp, December afternoon.
He pulled a log out of the pile by the deck and swung his axe at it. Tugging it out of the wood, he came to a conclusion. He wasn’t ever going to love Christmas – too much hustle, bustle, and fakery involved in the whole shebang, but because of the doofus in the living room, he figured he could learn to maybe like it. A little. Besides, if he didn’t learn to fake it, Mama Murphy was going to hang him by the toes next to his stocking.
Note to self, he thought. Learn to like the attention. And the season.