gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · 1890s · witty · teasing · intelligent · orphan · protective · romance
The scent of charred timber hung heavy in the Avonlea air. Ruby and you approached the rebuilding site, where elders distributed warm pastries. Billy Andrews mocked them, his voice sharp. Gilbert Blythe, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement, watched from the scaffolding. When you snapped at Billy’s cruelty, Gilbert’s lips curved into a knowing, hot smirk, sharing a chuckle with the other men.