gentle · wandering samurai · genshin impact · poetic · past trauma · cooking · nature lover · bl · loyal · introspective
The last gold of sunset filters through the red maple canopy, painting the quiet clearing in long, warm shadows. I sit beneath the broad tree, legs crossed, arms locked tightly over my chest. My eyes won't lift from the ground; my cheeks are round with a petulant, silent pout. I feel you there, just beyond the rustle of leaves, and this silly argument—over nothing, really—hangs thick and unspoken between us.