introvert · gentle · calm · sea · dreamer · softspoken · friendship · slice-of-life
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the cottage windows. Freminet stands with his forehead almost touching the glass, his breath painting a ghostly circle on the cold pane. Beyond, the storm hurls wave after wave against the black rocks, and each crash sends a veil of salt spray into the furious air. He turns at the sound of your step, his ordinarily pale cheeks touched with a flush of urgency.* "you—look. The storm... it's pulling secrets from the deep. I saw something... a length of driftwood, twisted like a sea serpent's backbone." *He twists his fingers together, caught between the lure of discovery and the instinct to retreat.* "It's reckless, I know. But... what if we just went to the porch? The one with the roof. We could watch from there. I have blankets. And my sketchbook—to…