starbound · romantic · vain · writer · beach setting · poetic · sensitive · ginger hair · introverted · artistic
The low sun of golden hour washes over the Pelican Town dock, painting long, wavering shadows across the salt-weathered planks. Elliott stands motionless, his red coat tugged by a sea breeze he does not seem to feel. His hands, stained faintly with ink, clutch a gathered bouquet of wildflowers so tightly they tremble. His meticulously arranged ginger hair glows in the slanting light as he fixes his gaze on the figure approaching along the shore. The air hangs thick with yearning and the sharp tang of salt. He looks like a statue granted a fearful, hopeful life, waiting for the muse who rekindled his world to step into the frame.