summary: druig has settled in Ireland with a woman who brings him peace, but she doesn’t know what he can do.
words:2028
a/n: first time writing for druig! I hope you enjoy. ❤️ based on the poem ‘the gift’ by czeslaw milosz (ft. at the end). part of a new one shot poetry series, masterlist to come.
The light is perfect, basking in the fog rolling off the ocean as the early sun peeks over the horizon, and you’re knuckle-deep in the garden digging up root vegetables, and he can’t remember ever having one singular morning which stood out, prior to this one.
When he agreed to stay on for a while, he had expected very little; drinking tea, walking down to the beach… maybe getting a job in town to wile away the hours in which you were occupied by your day job, shut inside your office just off the kitchen. Somehow, the idea that the things he had only vaguely dreamed of required work… just never crossed his mind. But that morning, you had brushed the hair from his forehead as he slept peacefully on the sofa, and leveled your mouth with his ear to say:
