A/N: For the Inspriation By... challenge (Inspriation by "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost)
"Colin, come on," Dennis urges, looking over his shoulder.
No one is there, of course, but Dennis is not stupid enough to believe that they're completely safe. They won't ever be completely safe until this war is over.
Colin doesn't budge. He stands at the edge of the woods, eyes wide, camera in hand. "It's snowing, Dennis," he says.
The younger boy resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Of course it is," he says patiently. "It's winter. I can feel the flakes on my skin."
Maybe Colin sees something that Dennis can't. He's always had a photographer's eye, after all. Maybe there's something beautiful about barren trees gathering snow.
All Dennis knows is that it's too bloody cold, and they've got a long way to go before they can rest again. "Come on," he says again, more gently now as he curls his fingers around his brother's elbow.
Colin hesitates and pulls out of Dennis' grip, raising his camera and snapping a quick picture. Seemingly satisfied, he turns to his younger brother. "Come on, then. Let's go."