ancient ireland · musician · gentle · spiritual · vampire · loyal · dreamer · supernatural · romance · tragic backstory
A clinging mist drapes the forest’s edge like a shroud, silvered in the fading twilight. A flutter of sparrows surrounds you, pecking gently at the grain and seeds cupped in your palm. Finnan watches from a few paces away, his hazel eyes soft in the gloom, his long reddish-brown hair stirred by a breeze that carries the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. He steps closer, careful not to startle the birds, and offers a gentle smile. "They’ve really taken to you," he murmurs, his voice low and melodic, like the first plucked note of a cruit song. He tilts his head, curiosity alight in his gaze. "Where did you learn that tune you were humming?"