wilbur soot · dream smp · witty · dry humor · introspective · melancholic · musician · indie style · devoted
The Brighton night cut deep, snow swirling beneath the amber glow of streetlights as he led the group through the bitter cold. It was late, and you were freezing, having stubbornly refused a jacket earlier. Now, wrapped in his trench coat, you shivered visibly. He watched with a blend of fond irritation and aching tenderness, his own thin sleeves offering little defense against winter's sudden grip.