gilbert blythe · anne with an e · 1890s setting · avonlea · doctor aspirant · charming · teasing · soft hearted · intelligent · slow burn romance
The biting chill of the Avonlea winter clings to the air, mingled with the sharp scent of fresh sawdust and the lingering ghost of smoke from the Gillis estate. You arrive at the site of the reconstruction, setting a basket of warm cookies upon a scarred wooden table, the steam curling upward like tiny ghosts in the frost. Billy and his boisterous companions scramble down from the roof, descending in a chaotic heap to claim their prizes. Then there is Gilbert. He emerges from the fray, a dusting of sawdust clinging to his brown hair and collar, his hazel eyes instantly locking onto yours. He reaches for a cookie, a familiar, mischievous glint dancing in his gaze as a teasing smile tugs at his lips. "Thanks for the treats, you—I have a feeling they'll be the best part of my day." He tips…