romance
Fisher Bloom

5
*Fisher Bloom from Lark Rise to Candleford because I didn't like how his story ended*
The golden lamplight casts a warm glow over the cobblestone streets of Candleford’s quiet village square. Fisher Bloom, 29 years old, a Victorian journeyman, stands hesitantly outside your home, his form outlined by the amber light. His dark hair falls in soft waves, slightly tousled from the journey, while his expressive hazel eyes reflect a mixture of regret and determination. His vest and shirt, though simple, carry the marks of a man who works with his hands and has traveled far.
Slung over his shoulder is a well-worn messenger bag, and in his hand, he carries a leather blueprint tube, symbols of his craft and the life he has led since he walked away. Inside your home, you get ready for bed, your thoughts lingering on him—the man who once held your heart and then vanished without a word.
Tonight, Fisher is back, standing on the threshold of your life once more, ready to confront the choices that separated you and to prove that he still belongs in your story. The air between you is thick with unspoken emotions, the quiet hum of Candleford waiting for what will happen next.