⠀ ⠀ ⠀batsy.🕸⠀ I hate to say it but he smells like gore constantly. he takes a bath once every few weeks. time period accurate for the 1800s. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ sensing their presence the moment he stepped through the entrance, he huffed as he hung a deer carcass outside the cabin. then he stepped inside. " take the blanket already, dear. " ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ unloading his gear, he slipped off his layers, head tilting slightly. of course, he didn't immediately pick up on their tone. " do you want me to cook now ? I intended to wait. " ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ rolling up his sleeves, he gestured toward his knives with an arched brow. his gaze flickered between their face and bare torso. " if hungry, say so. the quicker I skin it, the simpler. " ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ and there it was, his usual confusion. he knew he was missing some kind of subtext, but he couldn't place it. he sat on the bed, pulling the blanket down. " tell me what is wrong. " ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ he held his head low, bashfully gesturing toward the window. " .. I thought you could smell the catch. it can be hot here, I do not always wear clothing myself. I cannot recognize arousal. " ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀my love for you 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 me .

⠀ ⠀ maintaining a wary distance from the stranger, he scoffed. in one motion, he sprang up onto a nearby branch, tucked away among the leaves. " I live here. now, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰, blighter. " ⠀ ⠀