Re: Marvel, Saranac Lake: Sylvie & Dec & Clem
[Compliments in this family toed the line of decency, par for the course when hidden away behind a hedge maze of things unspoken. Hello kisses to the lips, hugs that lingered as touch past convention. It was well suited to their clan and Declan looked at her a little too long without saying anything, just an entertained and potentially smug tilt to his mouth when Clementine skirted him to purvey the large cabin's interior. He collected her bag, hoisting it up with thick knuckles to carry it idle from behind one shoulder, elbow arrowed forward to direct her on an unenthusiastic tour.
The cabin was hardwood floors, deep red oak that shined with affectionate polish. The living room was large with a ceiling that vaulted absurdly high where a chandelier hung, composed of intricately overlaid deer antlers and casting dim light. There was a fireplace, one of many throughout the cabin, although it was naturally left unburning this time of year. There was a carved dining table near some of the expansive windows that overlooked a stretch of trees. Chairs were carved as well, and everything was rough with imperfections. Deep grooves smoothed down and denied splinters. In the center of the table were a couple bottles of wine on ice, but there was bourbon and rye on the counter.
He stepped toward the stairs and set her bag down. He thought about carrying it up, but Declan avoided stairs when he hadn't had any pills yet.] First door on the left is you, and Sylvie if she don't run off. [And he pointed to the open doorway of the guest bedroom.]
You mind your own damn room and stay out of mine. [He sure as hell wasn't telling her where it was, but the upstairs was only one hall, it wouldn't take her long to find if she had an itch to do so.]
Now, come on. You need something to drink while we wait on the brat?