...all long pig, all the time... (
froodle) wrote in
eerieindiana2016-10-09 12:01 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Cabin in the Woods
Written for Day 9 of the
31_days October challenge. The prompt was "in front of the fireplace"
It had been a long time since a fire had burned in the log cabin's stone-lined hearth. The woodpile out back had fallen to termites and damp over a succession of Indiana winters, and the chimney smoked and spluttered, clogged with the debris of the passing years.
They had opened the windows, those not rusted or swollen shut, to let the acrid smoke dissipate in the cold night air. Now they huddled close to the flames, even as their eyes stung and watered, and muffled their coughs in the damp wool of their ruined mittens. At least the death of the summer had brought an end to most of the insects that would otherwise be drawn by the light and the heat.
"This was a great plan," said Dash, wiping coal smuts from his pale skin. "I mean, wow, an abandoned cabin in the Eerie Woods. What a great place for a camp-out."
"Nobody invited you along!" Marshall snapped.
"Actually, your mom and Simon both invited me along," said Dash. "Separately, I might add. Your mom and your best friend both think you're useless by yourself, and they begged me to go with you and make sure you didn't wind up dead." He pitched his voice high and wavering, "'Oh Dash, please don't let Marshall go off in the woods by himself, he'll probably fall down a hole and die because he can't do anything right.' That was your mom, by the way." His next words were squeaky and interspersed with hacking coughs. "Dash, you gotta go after Marshall and stop him from doing something dumb like kicking a tree witch in the face and almost getting sucked into a mire.' Which, what do you know, is exactly what you did. That kid has you pegged."
"I didn't kick her!" Marshall protested weakly. "I tripped on a root cluster and fell."
"Yup," said Dash, holding out his numb hands to the fire, "And judging from how that thing reacted, a Sky Monster to the root cluster is the tree witch equivalent of a punch in the nuts."
"I was trying to apologize! You were the one who pulled me out of there. I was going to do the right thing."
"You were thigh-deep in leaf litter and mulch," said Dash. "And all your stammering and flailing wasn't helping matters."
"Yeah, yeah, alright."
"I saved you."
"That's not really-"
"You would be dead if it wasn't for me."
"Oh, come on-"
"Dead. Fertilizer for a new generation of little baby tree witches."
"Dash-"
"Nothing left but dry bones and probably your dumbass haircut."
"Dash!"
"What?"
"Thank you."
There was a long silence then, broken only by the crackle of exploding sap in the fireplace.
"Whatever," said Dash finally.
First Kiss Series
Invitation by
froodle, in which Marshall cannot leave the house until he finishes his chores
Puberty by
froodle, in which algebra is an annoying thing, but not the most annoying thing
Co-Op by
froodle, in which Dash and Marshall have their first ever kiss
Touch by
froodle, in which living in Eerie has it's consolations
The Game by
froodle, in which Marshall is most certainly not crying, thank you very much
Nature Hike by
froodle, in which Dash and Mars disturb a wood sprite
Date by
froodle, in which Dash and Marshall have their third official date
Rhinovirus by
froodle, in which Marshall and Edgar go fishing, and Mars catches a cold
Gift by
froodle, in which it is almost Marilyn's birthday
Fresh Sheets by
froodle
Tradition by
froodle, in which Dash and Marshall decorate a Christmas tree
So Be Good, For Goodness' Sake by
froodle, in which Marshall and Dash go to see Santa
Linens by
froodle, in which Dash X makes a bed
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
It had been a long time since a fire had burned in the log cabin's stone-lined hearth. The woodpile out back had fallen to termites and damp over a succession of Indiana winters, and the chimney smoked and spluttered, clogged with the debris of the passing years.
They had opened the windows, those not rusted or swollen shut, to let the acrid smoke dissipate in the cold night air. Now they huddled close to the flames, even as their eyes stung and watered, and muffled their coughs in the damp wool of their ruined mittens. At least the death of the summer had brought an end to most of the insects that would otherwise be drawn by the light and the heat.
"This was a great plan," said Dash, wiping coal smuts from his pale skin. "I mean, wow, an abandoned cabin in the Eerie Woods. What a great place for a camp-out."
"Nobody invited you along!" Marshall snapped.
"Actually, your mom and Simon both invited me along," said Dash. "Separately, I might add. Your mom and your best friend both think you're useless by yourself, and they begged me to go with you and make sure you didn't wind up dead." He pitched his voice high and wavering, "'Oh Dash, please don't let Marshall go off in the woods by himself, he'll probably fall down a hole and die because he can't do anything right.' That was your mom, by the way." His next words were squeaky and interspersed with hacking coughs. "Dash, you gotta go after Marshall and stop him from doing something dumb like kicking a tree witch in the face and almost getting sucked into a mire.' Which, what do you know, is exactly what you did. That kid has you pegged."
"I didn't kick her!" Marshall protested weakly. "I tripped on a root cluster and fell."
"Yup," said Dash, holding out his numb hands to the fire, "And judging from how that thing reacted, a Sky Monster to the root cluster is the tree witch equivalent of a punch in the nuts."
"I was trying to apologize! You were the one who pulled me out of there. I was going to do the right thing."
"You were thigh-deep in leaf litter and mulch," said Dash. "And all your stammering and flailing wasn't helping matters."
"Yeah, yeah, alright."
"I saved you."
"That's not really-"
"You would be dead if it wasn't for me."
"Oh, come on-"
"Dead. Fertilizer for a new generation of little baby tree witches."
"Dash-"
"Nothing left but dry bones and probably your dumbass haircut."
"Dash!"
"What?"
"Thank you."
There was a long silence then, broken only by the crackle of exploding sap in the fireplace.
"Whatever," said Dash finally.
First Kiss Series
Invitation by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Puberty by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Co-Op by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Touch by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
The Game by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Nature Hike by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Date by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Rhinovirus by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Gift by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Fresh Sheets by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Tradition by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
So Be Good, For Goodness' Sake by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Linens by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
no subject
omg this is so perfect and so them and so eerie and ilove you froods you are amazing
no subject
no subject
And Marilyn asking Dash to keep an eye on Mars.
no subject