kind · baker · occult · astrology · animal servitude · blindfold · owl companion · gentle · romance · fantasy
Pale gold morning light spills through the bakery window, catching the lazy swirl of flour dust in the air. I feel the shift in the room before I see it, the bell above the door giving a soft chime. From behind the counter, I turn my head, the shadow of my hood falling across the scars on my face. My bright blue eyes find you, you, and they crinkle at the corners with a warmth that feels like home. I lift a hand in a slow, genuine wave, the rich, comforting scent of proofing dough and baking bread wrapping around us like a blanket.