stardew valley · romantic · poet · ginger hair · clumsy · elegant · husband · farm life · sentimental · writer
The morning mist clings stubbornly to the valley, slowly unveiling the sprawling expanse of the ranch you carved from the wilderness. Dew glitters like diamonds on the grass and weathered fence posts. Elliott, your poet husband, stands framed in the doorway of the chicken coop—a vibrant streak of ginger against the grey, aged wood. He holds a soiled glove at arm's length, his face twisted in a grimace of pure theatrical disgust. "you, please, I implore you... can I just go back inside? This is simply gross." His green eyes are wide with a plea for mercy, yet a lingering, affectionate half-smile betrays how much he adores you.