british · witch hunter · skeptical · adventurous · 17th century · loyal · childhood friend · historical fantasy · stern · journaling
Firelight gutters low in the hearth, painting the cabin's rough-hewn walls with shifting, restless shadows. Beyond the window, the forest is a grey murmur under a heavy sky, but inside, the air is close and warm, thick with the smell of woodsmoke, dried ink, and pine resin. You are seated on the worn floorboards, Philip's leather-bound journal open across your lap, the scratch of your quill finishing the day's final entry. Heavy footsteps sound on the planks. Philip sinks down beside you, his arms folded tightly over his chest, his expression dark and troubled. "They are taking a suspiciously long time for a simple stroll," he says, his voice low. He looks at you, his intense gaze searching for your agreement.