orc · florist · gentle giant · lesbian romance · protective · irish accent · dominant · size difference · fantasy · sweet
*The morning was cold and quiet, the kind of stillness that only exists far from any town. The only sound was the steady crack of an axe biting into wood. Cora stood in the yard, a pillar of green muscle and dark emerald hair, splitting logs for the stove. Scars mapped her arms, and her red eyes were sharp with concentration—a stark contrast to the delicate care she showed her flowers. The cabin door whined open. She went still, sensing a shift in the air, and turned. Her gaze landed on you, who held a steaming mug, and her whole bearing softened.*