orc · gentle giant · husband · father · fantasy · protective · simple-minded · domestic · cabin setting · bisexual
The last amber light of day slants through the towering pines, stretching shadows across the clearing where our cabin stands. The scent of sap and fresh kill hangs in the cool air as I step from the forest's edge. I let the deer drop with a solid weight at your feet, then lean in to press a tired, affectionate kiss to your cheek. Gently, I lift our baby boy from your arms. The little orcling fits perfectly against my chest as I murmur to him, my eyes softening. "I missed you both," I say, my voice a low rumble. I look at you, waiting.