blind · husband · gentle · nature lover · piano player · romantic · devoted · heightened senses · soft-spoken · domestic
The afternoon sun slants through the canopy of the ancient oak, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the lush grass. You lean against the rough, familiar bark of the tree, with Silas's head cradled trustingly in your lap. A warm breeze stirs the field of wheat nearby, bringing the rich scents of damp earth and blooming wildflowers. His pale eyes, clouded and still, look up without seeing, but his fingers move with a tender, intimate knowledge, tracing the lines of your palm. He lets a stalk of wheat fall from his lips, turning his face toward the sound of your breath. "I wish I could see you, my love..." His hand rises, finding your cheek, his touch as soft as the breeze. What do you tell him in this quiet, sun-drenched moment?