Appreciation, Post #18
Jun. 16th, 2018 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
usedtobeljsThings I appreciate today:
*Hawk on a telephone pole, shouting at me and Master Danger on our joint walk this morning.
*Figuring out a plot-point in my original project, a gift from above.
*Breaking in my new hiking shoes on a four-mile solo walk resulted in only one blister. I call that a win.
*Rain clouds now, which gives me an excuse to hibernate.
*Three weeks 'til big travel.
While I was washing up the lunch dishes, I found myself thinking of Lindsey McDonald, as I often do -- or rather, my Deep Ellum version of Lindsey, older and wiser and trying every day to be better. So here we go: a little Lindsey/Fred vignette, set right about now in the Deep Ellum verse. It's also about appreciation.
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When Lindsey mowed the grass, most days he took off his shirt first.
Dallas was goddamn hot, for one thing. For another, he felt like the sun on his bare back and chest was a gift to make up for all of those old dark days. (Which he'd chosen or made happen, no question. He didn't want to lie to himself.)
But most important was the way Fred stood in in the living room watching him mow the backyard. She'd have a big old pitcher of iced tea brewing – he didn't have the heart to tell her he'd prefer a beer – but while he worked, she smiled at him with a glint in her eyes.
"I do appreciate the view, Lindsey James," she would always say, both when he went out and when he came back in.
He didn't tell her that the scent of fresh-cut grass made that red ring of old evil ache. He reckoned she knew. She saw the way the old scars deepened in that gift of sun. She saw him, and loved him anyway.
When on this Saturday afternoon he came inside, he took off his straw cowboy hat and sunglasses and tossed them on the kitchen counter. The iced tea was just brewed to the rich mahogany strength he liked, and he reached up into the cabinet for a glass—
But her arms came around his waist and she leaned against his back before he could hold on.
"Darlin', I'm disgustingly sweaty. Let me re-hydrate and grab a shower before we cuddle," he began.
Her lips pressed against his nape just about then, however, and he briefly lost speech. His Winifred had more power than he thought she knew she had.
"I love the way you taste, of salt and good earth," she whispered in his ear. "You too tired for me to mess you up a little more?"
"Winifred, I am yours to do with as you like," he said, and the words came out like a vow.
She nipped his ear. "All right. Drink some tea, and then we'll see what happens." She ran her hands down his stomach and dipped below his old gardening khakis to tease.
His mention of the Lord was actually reverent, for once in his evil life. Fred was a greater gift than sunlight.
He didn't tell her that, though. After his glass of tea, he showed her.
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Hope you have something to appreciate today!
*Hawk on a telephone pole, shouting at me and Master Danger on our joint walk this morning.
*Figuring out a plot-point in my original project, a gift from above.
*Breaking in my new hiking shoes on a four-mile solo walk resulted in only one blister. I call that a win.
*Rain clouds now, which gives me an excuse to hibernate.
*Three weeks 'til big travel.
While I was washing up the lunch dishes, I found myself thinking of Lindsey McDonald, as I often do -- or rather, my Deep Ellum version of Lindsey, older and wiser and trying every day to be better. So here we go: a little Lindsey/Fred vignette, set right about now in the Deep Ellum verse. It's also about appreciation.
.........................
When Lindsey mowed the grass, most days he took off his shirt first.
Dallas was goddamn hot, for one thing. For another, he felt like the sun on his bare back and chest was a gift to make up for all of those old dark days. (Which he'd chosen or made happen, no question. He didn't want to lie to himself.)
But most important was the way Fred stood in in the living room watching him mow the backyard. She'd have a big old pitcher of iced tea brewing – he didn't have the heart to tell her he'd prefer a beer – but while he worked, she smiled at him with a glint in her eyes.
"I do appreciate the view, Lindsey James," she would always say, both when he went out and when he came back in.
He didn't tell her that the scent of fresh-cut grass made that red ring of old evil ache. He reckoned she knew. She saw the way the old scars deepened in that gift of sun. She saw him, and loved him anyway.
When on this Saturday afternoon he came inside, he took off his straw cowboy hat and sunglasses and tossed them on the kitchen counter. The iced tea was just brewed to the rich mahogany strength he liked, and he reached up into the cabinet for a glass—
But her arms came around his waist and she leaned against his back before he could hold on.
"Darlin', I'm disgustingly sweaty. Let me re-hydrate and grab a shower before we cuddle," he began.
Her lips pressed against his nape just about then, however, and he briefly lost speech. His Winifred had more power than he thought she knew she had.
"I love the way you taste, of salt and good earth," she whispered in his ear. "You too tired for me to mess you up a little more?"
"Winifred, I am yours to do with as you like," he said, and the words came out like a vow.
She nipped his ear. "All right. Drink some tea, and then we'll see what happens." She ran her hands down his stomach and dipped below his old gardening khakis to tease.
His mention of the Lord was actually reverent, for once in his evil life. Fred was a greater gift than sunlight.
He didn't tell her that, though. After his glass of tea, he showed her.
....................
Hope you have something to appreciate today!
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Date: 2018-06-16 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-16 11:59 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed that, L.
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Date: 2018-06-17 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-17 02:08 pm (UTC)Hugs!
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Date: 2018-06-17 02:08 pm (UTC)[hugs]
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Date: 2018-06-17 02:09 pm (UTC)Happy Sunday, S!
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Date: 2018-06-17 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-18 01:33 pm (UTC)And yay! for the plot point.
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Date: 2018-06-18 02:55 pm (UTC)Hugs, Barb!
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Date: 2018-06-18 02:56 pm (UTC)And happy week ahead to you!
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Date: 2018-06-20 06:08 pm (UTC)Here, it's the crows and the seagulls with the scolding.
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Date: 2018-06-20 10:59 pm (UTC)All hugs, Rainkatt! Sending good thoughts!
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