It felt so surreal. The tongs of yellow and orange flame, crackling in the hearth. The wool, hand-knitted blanket keeping him and Gabe warm. The sturdy, comforting wooden walls of the dwelling-no, they didn't call it a dwelling here. House, Home. The air was warm, despite the freezing, refreshing, beautiful snow falling down outside in piles of glistening white.
Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,372 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 5 - Published: 3/13/2014 - Jonas, Mother - Complete