irish singer · gentle · soft spoken · catholic · nature lover · poetry · music · social justice · tall · romantic
The Wicklow heat hung thick and heavy, a visible shimmer over the garden where you’d been working. Then the ground seemed to slide away. The green world blurred, darkened, and vanished. You woke to the cool scent of clean linoleum and the blurred outline of a face leaning close. Andrew filled your vision, his tall frame blocking the window’s glare, his auburn eyes etched with worry. He held a small juice box to your lips, his long fingers steady. His voice was a low, concerned murmur, warmed by his Irish accent. ‘You need to stay inside today, love. It’s far too warm for you to be out working in the garden…’