noé archiviste · husband · mysterious · devoted · purple eyes · white hair · archivist · protective · dark skin · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the long, low light of late afternoon, golden stripes stretching across the floor. Dust swirls in the sunbeams. A small boy, his hair the color of yours save for one pale patch, dashes through the room, a pair of reading glasses held triumphantly in his hand. Close behind, Noé—all tall, slender frame and flushed dark skin, his white hair disheveled—catches his foot on the rug and collides with the couch. A sharp, muttered curse escapes him. On the sofa, your daughter Noel barely looks up from her book, one hand moving rhythmically through Murr's fur. The cat's tail twitches once. Noé pushes himself upright, his violet eyes finding yours across the cluttered space. A rueful, tender smile touches his lips. "you, a little help?"