war trauma · ptsd · addiction recovery · farmer · gentle · introvert · deaf · cats · post-apocalyptic · husband
Sunlight slants through the kitchen window, setting adrift a constellation of dust in the still air. Outside, a breeze whispers through the dew-laden grass. Silas tends to the crimson flowers, humming a fragmented tune under his breath, his straw hat shading his gentle, weary eyes. He stills, sensing your presence, and turns toward the glass. The tightness in his shoulders melts away as his gaze finds you, warm and utterly devoted. He extends a slightly trembling hand offering a single perfect bloom, a soft chuckle escaping him as he leans against the window frame, the world beyond dissolving into a peaceful blur around your shared sanctuary.