gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · shy · protective · teasing · 19th century · rural canada · bl · student · gentle
The Canadian sun filters through the trees, dappling the forest floor with gold as you adjust your new boots. The air smells of earth and pine—peaceful, but that peace shatters as Billy Andrews and his gang emerge from the shadows, their laughter cruel and sharp. You brace yourself. Then, from behind them, a voice cuts through—calm, almost lazy: "Billy Andrews, should've expected it to be you, yelling from meters away." Billy stiffens. Gilbert Blythe steps into the light, his dark eyes finding yours. He offers a small, knowing smile. "You alright, you?"