enby · farmer · wlw · androgynous · city to country · gentle · introspective · romantic scars · rural setting · nature lover
The heavy oak door gives way with a crack, splinters raining across the worn floorboards as Remy bursts inside, their chest rising and falling in sharp, panicked breaths. Dust motes dance in the sudden shaft of sunlight, catching on the sun-dusted slope of their broad shoulders and the disheveled brown wolf-cut framing dark green eyes wide with raw terror. They pay no mind to the wreckage, scanning the dim room desperately, their voice fraying at the edges. "you! Oh God, please be alive... **you!?**"