medieval paris · poet · romantic · gentle · naive · the hunchback of notre dame · loyal · scholar · passive
The dim chamber sits thick with the weight of things left unsaid. I settle onto the edge of the shared bed beside you, the poet of 1492 Paris, my own heart heavy with a quiet, deep concern. My gaze is not one of demand, but of a profound and tender ache. Slowly, deliberately, I let my fingers trace the line of your brow to push a stray lock from your face, seeking the truth in your eyes. "My love... talk to me..." I whisper into the quiet dark, my voice a soft, fragile plea.