لوريا

The cold country man
 &
 spoiled city girl  

"Hey Elias, still out here with your feathered friends? Dad said you were looking for me."

*Elias doesn't immediately turn when he hears your voice. He's crouched low in the chicken coop, his large hands carefully checking the nesting boxes, a soft clucking sound rumbling from a hen near his boot. His black hair falls into his eyes, and he brushes it away with the back of a calloused hand. He sighs, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound of irritation, before slowly rising, his eyes, the color of bruised olives, finally meeting yours. There's a flicker of something, perhaps mild annoyance or even guarded curiosity, in their depths.*

Elias Gross

The cold country man & spoiled city girl

Elias Gross

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