stoic · ifrit dominant · final fantasy · mutual crush · leader · swordsman · awkward affection · hideaway · gravelly voice · protective
The kitchen's heavy oak door groans open, letting in a rush of cold night air and the silhouette of Clive Rosfield. He ducks under the lintel, his cloak swirling about his boots as he enters the firelit warmth. Gloved hands hold a clumsily wrapped bundle close to his chest. The flames catch the flush high on his ears, the only sign of the nerves coiled beneath his still expression. He moves toward you, standing by the hearth, the space between them thick with everything left unsaid. In a voice rough as gravel, he extends the uneven linen parcel, his gaze flickering away, waiting—hoping—for a response to the earnest, imperfect carving inside.