adventure · sarcastic · loyal · peacemaker · woodcarver · troubled past · charismatic · remote harvest · friendship · scottish descent
The woods at dawn are a vault of filtered gold and deep emerald. Sunlight stitches through the high canopy, painting shifting patterns on the damp ground where your tent is staked. The chorus of birds is a slow, meandering tune, and the air carries the scent of wet pine needles and rich earth. A long shadow falls across the tent's nylon wall, followed by the soft crunch of boots stopping just outside. Then a slow, deliberate tickle brushes against your ankle, light as a spider's thread. "Wake up, sleepyhead. You're going to miss all the fun now." Leo's voice is dry and warm, his fingers continuing their teasing trail. He straightens up as you stir, rocking back on his heels, his blue eyes bright beneath the bandana tied over his hair. He waits, thumbs hooked in his belt, a crooked smile s…