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Hugh knew the Christmas holidays were rough for Fiona. This was the time she remembered her family the most and missed them the most and she especially isolated herself during this time, even from Hugh if she could help it, she only wanted to remember them in peace. Naturally, Hugh made a compromise, he wasn’t going to let his Fee suffer if he could help it. Instead, he promised he would stay with her wherever she went, but wouldn’t speak a word around her, even around their friends. He knew all she needed was a hand to hold, and he was more than happy to oblige. He even purchased a very large, yellow scarf to wear around so that he could cover his mouth up and remind him of his temporary muteness. And he could tell Fee thought he looked very cute in it.
After getting permission from Miss P, Jacob drove the two of them and Emma up to a Christmas tree farm for Fiona to see the fullness of life even during the season where she seemed weakest. The two of them played their own game of ispy on the drive up, glimpsing everything from large paul bunyan statues to fields of playing children. As they made their way up the east coast it was interesting to see the variance in how the kids played, but you could see they were still having fun. At the first rest stop they could, feeling inspired enough and wanting to have a bit of fun in this new weather themselves, the four of them had their own snowball fight in the park across the street from the gas station. It only started out as Fiona and Hugh against Jacob and Emma but before long many children, also likely wanting to get their energy out after a long car ride, joined them and it devolved into an all-for-yourself snowball fight. Hugh was Fiona’s shield in the game as he was in all things, his bees busy sabotaging the other children’s snowballs. Emma needed no sabotaging, her hands weren’t quite capable of forming a proper snowball.
Finally back on the road, hot cocoa in hand, the kids excitement was building. There was a snow storm brewing, but just as the snow level rose, so did their restlessness and all they wanted now was to be among the open frigid air and the fresh green bristles. Pulling into the farm, they set up camp, and simply watched. Watched the eager families as they raced off to find their perfect christmas tree, watched young couples traipse off not caring where they ended up as long as they did it together, and old couples knowing each other so intimately that they seemed to walk as one, with one heartbeat and body, knowing where they were going before they even stepped foot on the lot. Hugh felt a kinship to each of these kinds of people, and he knew the rest of them did too. Hugh held her hand and kept her tethered. She had told him in her own ways what his touch meant to her and so he never let go. They hardly said a word, they simply watched.
Around dusk, Hugh led Fiona off for them to find their own Christmas tree. When he felt they had wandered far enough, he stopped her. For it wasn’t the tree that mattered, only that they picked it together.
“Is this a good one?” Hugh asked.
In response, Fiona looked up and Hugh let his gaze wander upwards to the mistletoe growing from the nearest branch. Yes, this certainly is the one.
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here’s my secret santa gift for @everythingpeculiar !! (gosh i hope the tag works… i’ve heard some people are having trouble with them recently? hm) i hope you like it! i also hope that you, and everyone else, is having a wonderful holiday season, whatever you do or don’t celebrate! ☆ ♥
i’m on mobile, so unfortunately creating a post here for such a long story would be a hassle, without being able to use a ‘read more’ cut. therefore, i hope using ao3 was okay, it seemed like my best option to get everything neatly posted!
i hope your christmas is lovely, and that my story makes you smile!
sing, o goddess—
the epic starts with her
crossing the threshold
of a book store,
stealing everyone’s eyes,
rendering all the words
in the world
unintelligible.
there are:
entire passages
dedicated to how
she is the only thing i see,
to speculation
as to her origin,
for how did one such as her
come to be?
(who is she?
was she carved into life
a la galatea?
or did she rise from sea foam
as dear aphrodite?
is she a witch? a goddess?
or is she a hallucination?
i think she may be a siren song).
there are:
extended similes
that liken her to the sun,
that compare her brief visit
to the life cycle of a star
(nebula, main-sequence star,
supergiant, supernova,
black hole
black hole
black hole).
there is:
an ekphrasis
for her image
(a spring garden in full bloom,
a sunrise, a sunset,
a time-lapse, timeless,
lovely, so lovely,
this poem is for her,
for the fairest, καλλίστῃ)
and it remains
burnt across the back of my eyelids
months after,
never-fading.
O.M., dear stranger i hope we’ll meet again and you’ll tell me your name so i can fill in all these blanks in my poetry / from the list of people i’ve fallen for
(via faizhang)
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“Hugh told her story, too. Fiona was a refugee from Ireland, he said, where she’d been growing food for the people in her village during the famine of the 1840s—until she was accused of being a witch and chased out. This is something Hugh had gleaned only after years of subtle, nonverbal communication with Fiona, who didn’t speak not because she couldn’t, Hugh said, but “because the things she’d witnessed in the famine were so horrific they stole her voice away.”
@hughfiona I’m your secret santa! happy holidays and I hope you like this lil ole moodboard 😊!
