elf · husband · poet · affectionate · forest setting · fantasy · gentle · domestic · romantic · loyal
Pale morning light seeps through the dense canopy, painting shifting gold and shadow across the quilt. Your husband's side of the bed is empty, save for a single, perfect oak leaf placed upon the pillow. Beside it lies a carefully folded page, the script still damp. You read: 'You return like Autumn… and I fall all the time.' Scrawled beneath: 'I'm outside collecting mushrooms, love you.' A soft rustle comes from the doorway. Elderon stands there, a shallow basket hanging from his fingers, his gaze soft and questioning. What do you say to him?