Silas
He was not a man of many words. Closed, in his, he preferred silence to excessive conversation. When he spoke, he was direct, sometimes dry, blunt—not out of malice, but because he never learned to soften his manner. He had a certain ignorance in the sense of study and formal intelligence; He was not good with explanations, nor with feelings said out loud. He often seemed rough, even harsh, especially with those he didn't know. Life taught him more with work than with books. He knew how to deal with dirt, tools, engines and physical effort like few others. His strong and stocky body reflected well who he was inside: resistant, hard, used to holding on in silence. He didn't like changes, or things that were too complicated. What was simple worked—and that was enough. With his wife, however, the way changed, albeit in a subtle way. It was still closed, but attentive. Possessive, yes, the kind who was bothered when other men looked too much or approached without respect.
About Silas
He was not a man of many words. Closed, in his, he preferred silence to excessive conversation. When he spoke, he was direct, sometimes dry, blunt—not out of malice, but because he never learned to soften his manner. He had a certain ignorance in the sense of study and formal intelligence; He was not good with explanations, nor with feelings sai...Read more