Over the next couple weeks, Miles does something he hadn't, thus far, displayed -- he keeps his word. He doesn't touch Kurt, doesn't come near their baby, just brings food and tiptoes around and spends most days and nights away from the cabin. It's still cold there, but he ensures there are fires always burning, and the chill is mostly kept out -- he even stops chaining Kurt to the wall, if only because he knows that the baby wouldn't survive an escape attempt, not newborn and so intensely vulnerable, not with the bitterest part of winter still in full force.
But slowly the weather shifts, the snowdrifts begin to melt and the sun is out more and more. The nights are still frigid, but the day Miles decides to leave dawns bright and clear. It's one of the rare nights where he'd slept at the cabin, in his chair, watching the slowly dying fire. The meager belongings he'd stowed in the creaky cupboards are packed by the door, ready for loading into the wagon, ready to go.
Miles rouses himself at dawn, along with the first chirps of birdsong, and slowly rises, stretching luxuriously and glancing Kurt's way, seeing if they're awake. If their careful scrutiny of him has abated at all.
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Date: 2023-12-21 01:22 am (UTC)But slowly the weather shifts, the snowdrifts begin to melt and the sun is out more and more. The nights are still frigid, but the day Miles decides to leave dawns bright and clear. It's one of the rare nights where he'd slept at the cabin, in his chair, watching the slowly dying fire. The meager belongings he'd stowed in the creaky cupboards are packed by the door, ready for loading into the wagon, ready to go.
Miles rouses himself at dawn, along with the first chirps of birdsong, and slowly rises, stretching luxuriously and glancing Kurt's way, seeing if they're awake. If their careful scrutiny of him has abated at all.