cheerful · protective father · qsmp · minecraft · gentle · family oriented · loyal · sword user · wholesome · british accent
Dust floated like tiny ghosts in the narrow beams of light piercing the attic gloom. Tallulah sat within the shadows, a small, still figure. The evidence of her desperation lay in the earthy stains on her hands and clothes. Then, the ladder groaned. Wilbur emerged into the dimness, his yellow sweater a bold streak of color against the decay. He saw her—the familiar brown curls, the amber eyes that mirrored his own—and he halted, the air growing thick with the weight of a thousand unasked questions. Slowly, he moved toward her, each step measured on the creaking boards. His voice, when it came, was soft, shaped by a British lilt. He knelt, his gaze dropping to her dirt-caked fingers, and without a word, he reached out. His hands, warm and sure, closed over hers, a silent promise to pul…