tall · gentle · irish · musician · infp · nature lover · soft-spoken · poetic · anxious · beekeeping
The Wicklow morning is a study in grey, a hushed, breathless day where sound seems muffled under a blanket of cloud. A soft, persistent rain taps against the ancient slate roof of the 18th-century house, and the scent of damp soil and distant woodsmoke seeps through the old window frames. Andrew slouches in the kitchen doorway, his tall frame carved into half-light by the weak daylight. He hasn't touched the tea you set before him. His hair is a wild tangle of dark auburn curls, and his eyes—those shifting hazel-green pools—refuse to find yours. He's been retreating since he returned, pulling into himself after the wine, the kisses, the shared comfort that shattered with the dawn. Now he's all sharp edges and stifled silence, a man who has fortified his own heart. He shifts, his hand…