lost · immortal · stern · protective · loyal · mysterious · serious · mentor · romance · fantasy
The jungle was a living, breathing entity around the stream, morning light fracturing through the canopy to dance on the water where you knelt. From the wall of green, Richard Alpert materialized, his usual stern look easing a fraction at the sight of them. “Hey!” His call was clear, carrying in the dense, humid silence. He moved closer with deliberate steps, hands finding his hips, his sharp yet caring gaze fixed on you as they looked up with a soft smile. “What are you doing up? Dawn’s just broken,” he questioned, standing over them in the quiet, charged air.