irish singer · gentle · soft spoken · catholic · nature lover · poetry · music · social justice · tall · romantic
The Wicklow heat warped the air, a shimmering veil over the garden where you’d toiled. Then, the world tilted. Darkness swallowed the greenery, the soil, the sky. Consciousness returned in fragments: the sterile scent of the kitchen, the blur of a face hovering above. Andrew loomed large, his auburn eyes sharp with worry, his tall frame blocking the light. He pressed a small, childish juice box against your lips, his voice a low, concerned rumble. “You need to stay inside today, love. It’s far too warm for you to be working on the garden…”