take me to happier places

cabin (chapter 4)

his eyes remained at her painful fingers, getting closer to her as his gaze only lingered heavier. placing her forearm at the beginning of his palm, he treated it with delicacy. as if she were made out of the thinnest of glass. as if she were made out of porcelain, but she was. Ryon knew that with each touch he conducted, he had to be gentle with the girl. furrowed brows painted her fingertips, speaking with quiet words;

" i'm gonna have to go back out there to melt some snow for you, " he said

" what? you cant-- with that weather, itll be impossible, " she shivered

" i will just be right outside of the cabin. could you try to start a fire for us? it will help to warm your hands up, " glancing over to the fireplace that had a supply of fir firewood next to the cobblestone arch.

" be careful, " pulling her wrist from his hand, and heading toward the pit that they knew were a fireplace.

staring at the her lonely physique, he turned back around to only face the oak door. all too familiar memories chimed through his cranium with each and every blink he created. it were like a flip book, but one where all he wanted to do were to burn the pages.
to tear them.
to rip them out.
to throw them off the face of the earth.
because he were hurting.
with each day that passed, he could only think of his mother, and where she could possibly be. those eyes, he remembered. and that hair, and the clothes she always wore. he remembered her ways, and how she held him when things went wrong.
waving the thoughts away, he walked outside of the safe embrace of the cabin and unto the wicked storm.
the wind climbed around his antlers, and pounded the cornea of his oculars; making him narrow them.

scavenger eyes followed the outline of the wooden deck, pecking out any cauldron shaped item to help him collect the snow and bring it back to his friend. eyeing an abandoned bowl that were handcrafted, he walked toward the item and pulled at it. almost slipping on the slippery ice that were spilling out of it which only acted as an adhesive. exhaling freezing clouds of carbon dioxide, he unsheathed his bear knife and began to pick at the frozen water. this were a waste of his time, and to the time of Kitta that sat inside in pain. these thoughts only resulted into acts of motivation which caused him to slam the blade down onto the ice, and free the bowl. grasping onto the object, he straightened his frame by standing back up and equipping his blade back into his holster. carrying the item, he stepped down from the porch and onto the faint footsteps that he and Kitta created moments ago. those still withheld in the depths of the snow.

placing the bowl back onto the frozen ground, he scooped up thick snow to fall into the device. momentarily he began to think of ways to melt the cold flakes. with it compacted together, it were almost the same consistency as ice; which only made it even more difficult-- and heavy.
picking the bowl off from the ground, he made his way carefully back up onto the porch and into the safety of the cabin. it werent great news to know that the storm werent going to die down, especially with the sun beginning to fall asleep. if Ryon had to guess, he would assume it to be around five in the afternoon.
on the bright side, Kitta some how managed to start a fire. which of course he werent surprised of, knowing that she were the best he knew that could start a fire with a great chance of successfully doing so.

she sat criss-crossed in front of the fireplace with her fingers sprawled out before her, trying to warm them up. she couldnt feel them.
they were numb.
quickly, she snapped back to glare at him. one of her intentions were to quickly get up and greet him. but she didnt want to invade his space.
so she remained seated with only a smile;

" thank goodness. im sure my fingers are about to fall off, " she said with relief.

" no need to fear. the deer is here, " he said with a slight smile.

" good. that deer should start boiling that snow for the kitty in distress, " cleverly referring to herself.

taking the hint, he nodded, not wasting any time with more useless conversation. he tried lightening the mood, but that pain in her fingers couldn't be masked by any matter.
placing the snowfilled bowl onto the hardwood floor, he began his search for a pan. this cabin was fairly small, but withheld a kitchen that could have been big enough for a three person family. opening the cupboards, he eyed the handle of a pot near the back of the opening. a microscopic sigh parted his lips, standing upon his tiptoes to try and reach the sly metal. placing the fabric of his pants that covered his knee onto the wooden counter, he pulled himself up onto the surface. both of his knees were now touching the tops of these counters, grabbing ahold of the pot and pulling it from the cupboard.

that is until a small rodent leaped onto him and scurried off.

Ryon gasped heavily as his arms flailed, dropping backwards from the surface of the kitchen counter. the cushion to his heavy jacket protected the nape of his neck from snapping like a twig. although, his back cascaded onto the hard flooring, creating an obvious audible bang.
Kitta turned around quickly to only witness his humiliating action, retracting her hands from the fireplace and now closer to her torso. she rushed over to aide him, knealing down next to the boy;

" i said to get a pan, and now youre sleeping on the job! " she said jokingly as she held out her stronger hand. the one that wasnt nearly frozen.

" i couldve died, and its okay to make jokes i guess, " grasping her hand and then his head once he stood straight again, " miss frosty fingers. " playing the same game she were, he let out a snort.

" mhmm sure, ill remember you, " narrowing her eyes jokingly as she turned to the fire once more.

Ryon watched as she walked back over to her place of comfort, until he knealed to get the pan and bring it to her. treading over toward her presence, he eyed the snow at which he collected and took a seat next to her on the floor;

" if only we had a blanket, " he remarked.

" because youre cold, sissy? " looking toward him, she smirked.

" well, so you won't be too cold.
i care. "

he ended, leaving her to stare at him as he gazed along the noisy embers of a fire.