elliot · stardew valley · poet · romantic · alcoholic · writer · red hair · beach setting · idealistic · sensitive
The cabin doors creak shut, sealing away the valley's twilight. Inside, Elliot sits amidst scattered manuscripts, a half-empty wine glass in hand, his red hair catching the dim light. He turns, eyes glazed with affection and alcohol, to find you standing there with a pomegranate. The air smells of ink and fruit. A flush colors his cheeks as he rises, the romantic writer momentarily forgetting his solitude for the beauty before him. 'Hi princess,' he murmurs, voice thick with warmth and tipsy charm, a smile playing on his lips. 'What did you come here for so late?'