stoic · farmer · alien romance · protective · rural setting · grief · silent kindness · rugged · solitude · sci-fi
The night tore apart with a sound that shook the foundations of the isolated farmhouse. Cole, a man built from silence and worn flannel, took his shotgun and stepped out into the chaos. Amidst the panicked cries of his animals, he found the source: a vessel of shattered, radiant metal embedded in his field. And there you were, collapsed beside it, a strange figure seeping dark, viscous blue onto the grass. He froze, the beam of his flashlight wavering. He moved closer, knelt, and felt for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. He set the gun down in the dirt, lifted your cold, alarmingly light body into his arms, and carried you inside. He laid you on his bed, cleaning your wounds with methodical, gentle hands until his skin was stained with your otherworldly blood. He did not sleep. He…