Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessAuthor: veiledndarkness
Title: Seasons 4/4
Rating: PG
Summary: Throughout the fall months...
Warnings: Not mine, never will be.
Winter
Spring
Summer
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Evelyn cheerfully drags Jack from bed on the first day of school, ignoring his half-hearted protests. Bobby steals a pen from Jack while he gets dressed, and then, once finished, slips the pen back into his bag, a half-smile curving his lips.
Jack makes it to lunch, shuddering as he slumps over in his chair, staring mournfully out the window. The weather is still teasingly warm and he longs to take another dip in the pool or spend one more afternoon, half asleep beside Bobby while they read.
He eats his lunch, glaring at nothing in particular when a folded-over paper at the bottom of his lunch bag catches his eye. Jack looks around for privacy and unfolds the note. Bobby's scribbly, always messy writing sprawls across the page.
Anyone gives you shit, you let me know. A few busted teeth always spreads the word.
Jack smiles for the first time that day. He refolds the note and tucks it into his wallet for safe keeping. School goes on. He does decent work, though his passion lies in his music classes. As the leaves change color, Jack shoots up another three inches, all gangly limbs and messy hair.
He gathers apples with Evelyn and learns how to make pies. He rakes the yard for her and whoops loudly as he jumps into the leaf piles, throwing fistfuls in the air. Bobby tells him flatly that he looks ridiculous. Jack shrugs and stuffs a handful of leaves down Bobby's shirt, laughing uproariously at the outrage on his face. Bobby tackles him in the leaf pile, much to his enjoyment.
This year on Halloween, Jack helps hand out candy to the smaller children and gorges himself on caramel-coated candy apples. Bobby laughs when he complains of a bellyache, but still lets him curl up to him on the couch, taking small sips of flat ginger ale.
It gets cold and before he knows it, winter is setting in again. Jack perfects the art of making excellent hot chocolate, much to Bobby's delight as his love of all things chocolate is well known in the family. They share mugs, huddled together under a thick blanket while they watch the stars. Jack rests his head against Bobby's chest, Bobby's heavy arm wrapped protectively around him.
Jack breathes out, his breath mere puffs in the frigid air. He thinks back over the year and finds himself overwhelmingly grateful for everything that Evelyn and his brothers have done for him. He peers up at Bobby for a moment, a look of pure longing naked on his young face. He blinks and smiles faintly, burrowing closer to his warm chest, content for now to have Bobby to himself, even if only like this.
*
Title: Seasons 4/4
Rating: PG
Summary: Throughout the fall months...
Warnings: Not mine, never will be.
Winter
Spring
Summer
*
Evelyn cheerfully drags Jack from bed on the first day of school, ignoring his half-hearted protests. Bobby steals a pen from Jack while he gets dressed, and then, once finished, slips the pen back into his bag, a half-smile curving his lips.
Jack makes it to lunch, shuddering as he slumps over in his chair, staring mournfully out the window. The weather is still teasingly warm and he longs to take another dip in the pool or spend one more afternoon, half asleep beside Bobby while they read.
He eats his lunch, glaring at nothing in particular when a folded-over paper at the bottom of his lunch bag catches his eye. Jack looks around for privacy and unfolds the note. Bobby's scribbly, always messy writing sprawls across the page.
Anyone gives you shit, you let me know. A few busted teeth always spreads the word.
Jack smiles for the first time that day. He refolds the note and tucks it into his wallet for safe keeping. School goes on. He does decent work, though his passion lies in his music classes. As the leaves change color, Jack shoots up another three inches, all gangly limbs and messy hair.
He gathers apples with Evelyn and learns how to make pies. He rakes the yard for her and whoops loudly as he jumps into the leaf piles, throwing fistfuls in the air. Bobby tells him flatly that he looks ridiculous. Jack shrugs and stuffs a handful of leaves down Bobby's shirt, laughing uproariously at the outrage on his face. Bobby tackles him in the leaf pile, much to his enjoyment.
This year on Halloween, Jack helps hand out candy to the smaller children and gorges himself on caramel-coated candy apples. Bobby laughs when he complains of a bellyache, but still lets him curl up to him on the couch, taking small sips of flat ginger ale.
It gets cold and before he knows it, winter is setting in again. Jack perfects the art of making excellent hot chocolate, much to Bobby's delight as his love of all things chocolate is well known in the family. They share mugs, huddled together under a thick blanket while they watch the stars. Jack rests his head against Bobby's chest, Bobby's heavy arm wrapped protectively around him.
Jack breathes out, his breath mere puffs in the frigid air. He thinks back over the year and finds himself overwhelmingly grateful for everything that Evelyn and his brothers have done for him. He peers up at Bobby for a moment, a look of pure longing naked on his young face. He blinks and smiles faintly, burrowing closer to his warm chest, content for now to have Bobby to himself, even if only like this.
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Date: 2007-10-10 02:44 am (UTC)I look forward to seeing what you put out next. Much love!
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