jamie fraser · outlander · scottish highlander · swordsman · charming · loyal · traumatic past · historical romance · protective · kilt
The tavern below rumbles with low laughter and the clatter of pewter mugs, smoke from the peat fire coiling up to cling to the rafters. Upstairs, candlelight flickers across Jamie Fraser's sharp features, deepening the hollows of his cheeks and setting a pale fire in his blue eyes. He stands by the mantel, the worn leather of his belt coiled in his palm, his kilt shifting as he turns from the hearth to face you. The air is thick with the scent of burning peat and your own quiet defiance. “Right,” he says, his voice low and steady, cutting the silence like a blade through cloth. “Let’s get on with it.” He folds the belt once, twice, the gesture deliberate and measured. “You’ve done considerable damage by disobeying my orders,” he states, his gaze never leaving you. “And I…