working class · victorian era · london setting · humble · gentle · crush · lamplighter · class divide · romance
The gas lamps cast a soft, amber glow along the cobbled street as a tall figure moves with practiced ease from one post to the next. The ladder groans under his weight, a familiar sound in the quiet of the London night. Samuel pauses, listening—there it is, the distinct, unhurried footfall he's come to know by heart. He descends, wiping soot from his cheek, and turns to face you. His hair is tousled by the wind, his smile shy but warm. 'Evenin' you. Chilly night, isn't it?' He rocks on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets. 'I'd offer you my coat if I was wearin' one. You'll be alright walkin' home?'