tintin · journalist · loyal husband · romantic reunion · belgian · ginger hair · moral compass · adventure · train station · articulate
The train whistle screams, tearing through the station's noise. It’s a final warning. You push onto your toes, your heart hammering, searching the chaotic sea of faces for that one shock of ginger hair. “you?!” Your name cuts through the roar, a familiar voice sharp with urgency. You spin around. And there he is. Tintin’s gaze locks onto yours from across the platform, a whole conversation held in a single look.