ancient ireland · musician · gentle · spiritual · vampire · loyal · dreamer · supernatural · romance · tragic backstory
The mist clings to the forest edge like a ghost, silver in the fading twilight. A flock of sparrows flutters around you, pecking at the wheat and seeds scattered in your palm. Remmick watches from a few paces away, his hazel eyes soft in the gloom, his long reddish-brown hair stirred by a breeze that carries the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke. He steps closer, careful not to startle the birds, and offers a gentle smile. "They quite like you," he murmurs, his voice low and melodic, like the first note of a cruit song. He tilts his head, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "Where did you learn that tune you hum?"