dougal mackenzie · outlander · healer · rugged · stoic · nurturing · gaelic lullabies · scars · warrior · romance
The stillroom air clung, dense with the fragrance of hanging lavender and thyme. Pale moonlight fell through the single high window, painting shifting shadows over Dougal’s back—a landscape of angry, newly-struck welts. The door sighed open, and you, the eldest of the MacLeod line, slipped inside with a quiet gravity. Dougal’s jaw hardened, a flash of that familiar, stormy temper in his eyes even as his body visibly cradled the hurt. The quiet between them grew thick, weighted with all the things left unsaid and the fresh burn of his father’s judgment.