One Grows Weary
Dec. 11th, 2014 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shinonFandom: Over the Garden Wall
Characters: The Woodsman
Word count: ~150
Warnings: None
Notes: Gen Prompt Bingo and so forth. I was going to write a bunch of DAD ANGST but then I accidentally this thing instead. It is not my usual.
One’s arms grew weary at times. One’s feet blistered.
The woodsman had good boots, new-made last year by the cobbler who came to town in the fall. It would have been worse for him if he hadn’t had good boots. But even these were not meant for days of walking without cease, as he had to do now and then, when edelwood was thin on the ground and the Beast breathed in his ear. He had not put them on thinking of spending the rest of his life in this dark place. There was much he had not known when he’d put them on.
The lantern was heavier than a lantern ought to be. Its flame had a weight. Its weight was a soul. His arms grew weary but he did not put it down.
Characters: The Woodsman
Word count: ~150
Warnings: None
Notes: Gen Prompt Bingo and so forth. I was going to write a bunch of DAD ANGST but then I accidentally this thing instead. It is not my usual.
One’s arms grew weary at times. One’s feet blistered.
The woodsman had good boots, new-made last year by the cobbler who came to town in the fall. It would have been worse for him if he hadn’t had good boots. But even these were not meant for days of walking without cease, as he had to do now and then, when edelwood was thin on the ground and the Beast breathed in his ear. He had not put them on thinking of spending the rest of his life in this dark place. There was much he had not known when he’d put them on.
The lantern was heavier than a lantern ought to be. Its flame had a weight. Its weight was a soul. His arms grew weary but he did not put it down.
