Title: Bracken and Fir (1,511 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Blue Castle - L.M. Montgomery
Rating/Warnings: Mature / Mild Sexual Content
Characters: Valancy Stirling, Barney Snaith
Relationships: Valancy Stirling/Barney Snaith
Summary: Overtaken by darkness during a walk through the woods, Barney and Valancy spend a night beneath the stars and the trees, in a makeshift bed of bracken and fir boughs.Notes: Written for the Yuletide New Year's Resolutions collection
The light of the late-afternoon sun slanted through the trees, plunging the path before them into a golden twilight. Even now, the ground was getting dark, the thick underbrush greedily drinking up the last warm rays of the day, and with each passing minute, Barney’s steps became more uncertain. He was no stranger to nighttime tramps through the woods, but he’d never had anyone with him, then—no one whose safety depended on solid footing, no one who was just learning the shape and feel of the forest. So, he reached beside him and took Valancy’s hand, and together they trekked a bit farther, slowly, carefully, until the light grew purple and soft and only the silver dust of moonbeams filtered through the boughs above.
“Well, looks like this is as far as we’re going for a while,” Barney said calmly. “The woods get tricky at night—harder to navigate, harder to walk. Don’t want to risk either of us getting injured.”
“That’s quite reasonable,” said Valancy, seemingly as unperturbed by the situation as he was. “In that case, what do we do?”
“We make ourselves comfortable.” He released her hand and crashed through the brush to the base of a fir tree, where he gathered armfuls of fallen branches. He knelt and parted the bracken and arrayed the branches on the ground, then bent the bracken over them, pressing hard to keep them down, to make a soft, cozy spot on which he and Valancy could sleep.
He could feel her eyes on him as he worked, but she never asked what he was doing. Her implicit trust in him warmed his heart, and he returned to her with a smile.
“It might not be luxurious,” he said, nodding to the makeshift bed, “but I promise you, it is comfortable.”
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