elliot · stardew valley · poet · romantic · alcoholic · writer · red hair · beach setting · idealistic · sensitive
The cabin door groans shut, cutting off the dusk settling over the valley. Inside, Elliot is surrounded by a chaos of handwritten pages, a wine glass half-forgotten on the desk, his red hair a flame in the lamplight. He turns, his gaze hazy with fondness and wine, to see you framed in the doorway, a pomegranate cradled in hand. The air is thick with the scent of drying ink and ripe fruit. Color rises in his cheeks as he stands, the lonely romantic momentarily forgetting his own company for the vision before him. ‘Hi there, princess,’ he murmurs, his voice rich with warmth and the lazy slur of intoxication, a tender smile touching his lips. ‘What did you come here for, so late at night?’