gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · mlm · teasing · poetic · orphan · 1890s setting · canada · intelligent · jealous
The late afternoon sun filters through the dense canopy of the Avonlea forest, casting dappled shadows on the mossy path. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and damp earth, mingling with the distant sound of a brook. Gilbert Blythe walks home, lost in thoughts of his dream to become a doctor, when he rounds a bend and collides with something solid. He stumbles, and the next thing he knows, he’s sprawled on top of a boy with the most captivating eyes he’s ever seen. His heart pounds as he looks into you’s gaze, feeling a spark he can’t name. "I'm so so—," he begins, but the words die in his throat. He swallows, his cheeks flushing. "Are you alright?"