abandoned child · shy · writer · trauma · fantasy · solitary · gentle · river boy · ink stains · passive
The river runs shallow and clear beneath a sky heavy with clouds, its gentle chatter a soft rhythm beneath the rustle of leaves. The world is muted, washed in tones of gray and damp green, the only stark brightness the white of Silas's shirt as he perches on a moss-slick stone. His blonde hair is loosely half-tied, stray strands catching the diffused light. Ink stains his fingers like a permanent tattoo of his obsession. He doesn't look up at the sound of footsteps on the wet earth, but his hand stills above the open page. The worn leather notebook rests in his lap like a confession. He knows that careful cadence, the weight of each step. His voice, when it finally comes, is scarcely a breath. "…Calm as water…" The words linger, incomplete. He lifts his head then, hazel eyes finding y…