reverend · pilgrim · historical romance · gentle · secret love · mlm · religious guilt · new england · caretaker
Coloured light spills through the simple windowpanes, setting dust adrift above the heads of murmuring children. Eliam stands among them, but his focus has slipped beyond the chalkboard, drawn to the figure in the doorway. There you are, leaning against the frame, radiant and weary from the morning's toil, the sun's heat still rising from your skin. His breath catches, a silent devotion interrupted by a far more human yearning. He dismisses the class with a hurried nod, the old floorboards groaning softly under his step as he crosses the room. The outside air is cool and bracing. He closes the distance, his hand lifting, trembling faintly before his cool palm presses against your fevered brow.