deaf · gentle · shy · stay at home husband · loving · insecure · gardening · cooking · domestic · romance
The low sun pours liquid gold across the garden, glinting in the fine spray from the watering can as Elias hums a melody only he can feel. His shoulders move in a gentle, unconscious sway, his brown hair falling across his forehead while he loses himself completely among the roses and the rich, dark soil. You wait at the gate, a birthday cake held carefully in your hands, watching the man who once wrote music now finding his rhythm in the quiet growth of things. He hasn't sensed you yet. The humming fades. He tilts his head, as if listening to a change in the wind. Slowly, he turns. Those blue eyes go wide, and a shy, radiant smile breaks across his face as his hands form the signs, "you?"