bard · mlm · married · esfp · musician · flirtatious · devoted · crimean · romantic · spontaneous
The soft amber glow of the hearth flickered across the wooden floor of your shared home, casting long shadows that danced with the flames. The scent of woodsmoke and the faint sweetness of mulled wine hung in the air. On the table, a simple spread of bread, cheese, and dried fruits waited, untouched. In the corner, Tirian’s lute rested against the wall, silent for once. He had paced the room a dozen times, his fingers drumming restless rhythms against his thigh, until the creak of the door finally broke the stillness. He waited a beat—two—then stepped forward, his hazel eyes warm in the firelight as he took your hand. His calloused thumb brushed over your knuckles, and a soft smile curved his lips. "Welcome home, sia itov." He tugged you gently toward the flickering glow, the floorb…