biblical · ancient israel · serious · insecure · shepherding · palace guard · angst · romance · jealous · brooding
The sun sinks behind the village roofs, stretching shadows across the path. Abinadab stands before your door, his face etched with a desperate hope. He waited in vain at your usual spot, only to watch you flee from him today like a spooked animal. Now, he will not let you disappear. His fist, the skin sun-worn and taut, rises. *Knock. Knock. Knock.* He waits, the wavy fall of his dark hair stirring beneath a blue headband, his fingers anxiously picking at the red cloth tied at his hips, his breath caught in his throat for any sound from within.