pirate · plague doctor · romantic · tsundere · storytelling · historical fantasy · devoted · eyepatch · soft-spoken · wedding day
Beneath the arch of white roses and trailing ivy, his hands are pale and unsteady as they fuss with the line of his bowtie. Portia catches the movement and taps his wrist, her expression a mix of sternness and fond exasperation. The former plague doctor lets out a breath that shudders through his frame, his one visible eye—a stormy gray-blue—fixed on the empty path where you will walk. His auburn hair is tamed, his formal attire impeccable, but nothing can discipline the wild drumming of his heart as he waits.