Dave Henderson (devotee) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-14 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, dylan hayes |
Who: Dave Henderson and Dylan Hayes.
What: One last bit o' fluff.
Where: Dylan's apartment.
When: Tuesday night.
Warnings: Possible drug use, language, sexuality. Lots of cuteness.
The tree was small, but the branches were full and as Dave helped Dylan drag it up the dingy stairs of his boyfriend's apartment building, the older man brushed a stray pine needle from his shoulder and hefted his backpack up more snugly over his shoulders. "A real tree." Dave breathed out the words as they paused on the fifth floor landing but he quickly breathed in, evergreen scent flooding his nose. They never had real trees at the Highway and Dave now knew why; his boss was a plant and could not, in good conscience, kill another plant for the sake of celebrating a Christian holiday. Really, Dave mused as they lugged the tree up another few steps, he was surprised Marijuana let them celebrate Christmas at all, what with the god's animosity toward the Christian faith, but he supposed the lure of sparkling lights and multitudes of presents cancelled Marijuana's begrudging nature.
They paused again at the sixth floor landing, Dave swiping hair away from his forehead and shifting his backpack again, wincing as he heard the clink of glass ornaments shifting against each other. He had bought a few for Dylan, taken some from the Highway, and had lights, garlands, tinsel, and even a stocking with Dylan's name green-glitter-glued to red felt. "Have you chalked a fireplace yet or do I get to watch?" He asked as they dragged the tree up the last few steps and into the hallway. Far too excited for this, Dave's smile was wide, his eyes bright with joy. He was happy and excited and practically giddy. Dave wanted it to last forever.