Author: Rhiannon
Songfic to 'Cedar Tree' by the Indigo Girls
Pairing: D/H
Disclaimer: I do not own Duo or Heero (sadly!) and though I have been to
one of the Indigo Girls' concerts, I do not own their stuff, can't sing it
very well either.wish I could.
Burial Trees
Duo stared at the sapling, no taller then his thigh. He wondered if it would grow as tall as the other trees in the grove. Maybe. There were a few other small trees but most were ancient. It was a strange thing, but somehow it fit perfectly this Yuy family legacy
You dug a well you dug it deep. For every wife you buried you planted a cedar tree. The best, the best we ever had.
Duo reached out a gentle hand to brush one of the trees tiny limbs, ghosted light fingers over the finger like green. He brought his fingers to his face. Looking at them in minute study of their detail. Cedar; it smelled like there long ago camping trips. Like a picnic long ago here when Heero had shown him this grove, this family burial ground. He felt tears coming to his eyes. He was new to this feeling, grief
I stand where you stood. I stand for bad or good. And I am green and you are wood. The best. The best we ever had.
The tears trickled down his cheeks and landed softly on the small newly planted tree. The tree which was all he had left of his koi. But somehow, somehow it was ok. It would be ok. He could still live still. It was true he would always miss his Heero, but he still had friends, family. At least he was not alone.
I dig a well, I dig it deep. And for my only love I plant a cedar tree. The best, the best we ever had.
Burial Trees
Duo stared at the sapling, no taller then his thigh. He wondered if it would grow as tall as the other trees in the grove. Maybe. There were a few other small trees but most were ancient. It was a strange thing, but somehow it fit perfectly this Yuy family legacy
You dug a well you dug it deep. For every wife you buried you planted a cedar tree. The best, the best we ever had.
Duo reached out a gentle hand to brush one of the trees tiny limbs, ghosted light fingers over the finger like green. He brought his fingers to his face. Looking at them in minute study of their detail. Cedar; it smelled like there long ago camping trips. Like a picnic long ago here when Heero had shown him this grove, this family burial ground. He felt tears coming to his eyes. He was new to this feeling, grief
I stand where you stood. I stand for bad or good. And I am green and you are wood. The best. The best we ever had.
The tears trickled down his cheeks and landed softly on the small newly planted tree. The tree which was all he had left of his koi. But somehow, somehow it was ok. It would be ok. He could still live still. It was true he would always miss his Heero, but he still had friends, family. At least he was not alone.
I dig a well, I dig it deep. And for my only love I plant a cedar tree. The best, the best we ever had.
