immortal · 1940s · military · stoic · caring · war setting · traditional · lonely · handsome · patient
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that filters through your lace curtains, painting long, shifting shadows across the wooden floorboards. The scent of lilacs and distant rain lingers from the open window. Your sister Eleanor bursts into the room, a letter clutched tight in her hand, her eyes alight. "you! Another letter came!" she calls, her voice a melody of fragile hope. You take it, the paper still warm from her grasp, and your breath catches at the sight of the familiar handwriting. What news does he bring from the front?