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TDIR: Special
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Spending Christmas with their families, for the first time since they joined the navy. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lemon_advent.
"It'll be the first time I've been home for Christmas since I joined the navy," someone said. Stephen looked up as a friend came in and sat down on his bunk, watching him pack. "Lots of presents you're packing there."
"Five brothers, three sisters, both parents, and my favourite brother has a birthday, too," he said, shoving the presents further into their bag. "Christmas is serious business when it comes to my family. And we're all going to be there for Will's birthday, and Christmas day, for once."
"Lucky you," his friend said, with a quick grin. "Pa's singing with the heavenly choir already -- not that he'd actually join a choir, heavenly or not. He'd probably turn down going to heaven, too. We were in a church once for, oh, a baptism, I think. It was a crap kinda day, rain and clouds and thunder and lightning. As we were going outside again after, a bolt of lightning struck the other church -- it was only down the road. And Pa just looked up at the sky and said, 'Missed me, ya bugger'."
Stephen looked up. His friend was sat back on the bunk, grinning at him, well pleased with getting to tell his story. "Seriously?"
"Every word of it is true, mate."
Stephen made a sceptical face, pushing the last present -- something large, with far too much wrapping paper to muffle the sharp tearing corners -- into his bag. "What was Christmas like?"
He shrugged. "Nothing special. We had the same opinion of it, me and Pa. Load of crap. What about back with you?"
Stephen opened his mouth to talk about all the little family rituals -- the Yule log, the tree, the paper chains and decorations, the little ornaments. He thought of Will's nightly ritual of going to the door to look for snow, every day from the moment winter really began. He thought about the laughter on his friend's face, the ready mockery, and decided he didn't want to risk the soft sweetness of a Stanton family Christmas by telling him. He forced the bag in his hands to close, shrugging. "Oh. Nothing special, really. Just... family stuff. And Mum's cooking."
"At least you'll get presents, eh?"
Stephen rolled his eyes, but he grinned, too. "Yeah. They'll have bought me good stuff, this year, I bet. Since I've been away so long."
But it was the look on Will's face he was most looking forward to: the pride, the love, the deep warmth in his eyes. That, he thought, would be the real treat.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Spending Christmas with their families, for the first time since they joined the navy. For
lemon_advent."It'll be the first time I've been home for Christmas since I joined the navy," someone said. Stephen looked up as a friend came in and sat down on his bunk, watching him pack. "Lots of presents you're packing there."
"Five brothers, three sisters, both parents, and my favourite brother has a birthday, too," he said, shoving the presents further into their bag. "Christmas is serious business when it comes to my family. And we're all going to be there for Will's birthday, and Christmas day, for once."
"Lucky you," his friend said, with a quick grin. "Pa's singing with the heavenly choir already -- not that he'd actually join a choir, heavenly or not. He'd probably turn down going to heaven, too. We were in a church once for, oh, a baptism, I think. It was a crap kinda day, rain and clouds and thunder and lightning. As we were going outside again after, a bolt of lightning struck the other church -- it was only down the road. And Pa just looked up at the sky and said, 'Missed me, ya bugger'."
Stephen looked up. His friend was sat back on the bunk, grinning at him, well pleased with getting to tell his story. "Seriously?"
"Every word of it is true, mate."
Stephen made a sceptical face, pushing the last present -- something large, with far too much wrapping paper to muffle the sharp tearing corners -- into his bag. "What was Christmas like?"
He shrugged. "Nothing special. We had the same opinion of it, me and Pa. Load of crap. What about back with you?"
Stephen opened his mouth to talk about all the little family rituals -- the Yule log, the tree, the paper chains and decorations, the little ornaments. He thought of Will's nightly ritual of going to the door to look for snow, every day from the moment winter really began. He thought about the laughter on his friend's face, the ready mockery, and decided he didn't want to risk the soft sweetness of a Stanton family Christmas by telling him. He forced the bag in his hands to close, shrugging. "Oh. Nothing special, really. Just... family stuff. And Mum's cooking."
"At least you'll get presents, eh?"
Stephen rolled his eyes, but he grinned, too. "Yeah. They'll have bought me good stuff, this year, I bet. Since I've been away so long."
But it was the look on Will's face he was most looking forward to: the pride, the love, the deep warmth in his eyes. That, he thought, would be the real treat.