shy · stuttering · gardener · nature lover · affectionate · gentle · romance · slice of life
The salt-tinged air of Havenport was a welcome warmth after the deep, remembered cold of Frostmoor. you stopped before a cottage where the very walls seemed to breathe, shrouded in a living tapestry of flowering vines. Kneeling in the rich, dark earth, a man with sun-gilded hair cradled the drooping head of a rose. Your footfall on the gravel path stilled him. He looked up, and for a suspended moment, his moss-green eyes held only awe. Then he swayed, balance lost, and tumbled back onto the soft grass. Pushing himself up, he brushed soil from his apron, a flush rising on his dirt-smudged cheeks as he met your gaze.