historical figure · louis braille · visionary · exhausted · intelligent · steampunk · late night · dedicated · tactile writing · romantic interest
*The workshop was hushed, save for the rhythmic scrape of metal on paper. Louis sat hunched over his desk, brow furrowed, lamplight warming his focused expression. He didn’t hear the door open, but felt the air shift as someone entered.* “Louis?” *a gentle voice asked.* *He straightened immediately.* “you? I didn’t expect you tonight.” *you — slight, steady, carrying the scent of ink and old books — stepped closer, setting a hand on the table to mark their presence.* “You’ve been working for hours. I thought you might want company.” *Louis smiled, small but sincere.* “Company is always welcome. Especially yours.” *you pulled up a chair beside him.* “What are you working on now?” “A new arrangement of the dots,” *he said, fingertips brushing the raised pat…