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The snow had come as a relief more than anything else this time, a wave of bracing cold that had been absolutely pleasurable after a week of wanting to tear his skin off. The morning of it, he'd opened the door of the changed house and let Mack and Flo look outside with huge blue eyes; they've seen it before, though they don't remember it, so it's like the first time.
Today they're dressed in matching green snowsuits, and when he lets them out Mack tumbles face-first into a drift, laughing at what's now familiar. Flo toddles out with more caution, bending to brush a dusting of snow off the branch of a shrub.
Mike takes his eyes off them long enough to bend down and lay a finger against one of the delicate white flowers of the hellebore, the only plant still left in the little garden he's been working on. There's still pieces of her, everywhere he looks. A couple of yards away, Mack bats a handful of snow at Flo and giggles.
"I know you always hated this part," he murmurs into the chilly air. "But fuck it, I wish you were here."
[open to all. mike's a little melancholy but he'll brighten up fast enough, and the girls always like company. :D]
Today they're dressed in matching green snowsuits, and when he lets them out Mack tumbles face-first into a drift, laughing at what's now familiar. Flo toddles out with more caution, bending to brush a dusting of snow off the branch of a shrub.
Mike takes his eyes off them long enough to bend down and lay a finger against one of the delicate white flowers of the hellebore, the only plant still left in the little garden he's been working on. There's still pieces of her, everywhere he looks. A couple of yards away, Mack bats a handful of snow at Flo and giggles.
"I know you always hated this part," he murmurs into the chilly air. "But fuck it, I wish you were here."
[open to all. mike's a little melancholy but he'll brighten up fast enough, and the girls always like company. :D]