#just some thoughts bc i was in a cottagecore mood haiya

[xianyoon]

imagine living in a cottage with alhaitham and being the rest point for adventurers ... the shelves are lined with old books that belong to your husband, and candles are lit (very safely!) while you cook up a meal for hungry and tired travellers.

the sound of rushing water can be heard from the stream outside your cottage, and the air is crisp and fresh – colourful flowers sprout from the ground to greet friends old and new, and your garden supplies you with ingredients that you need – it saves you a daily trip to the market.

you get to pluck fresh lemons and sweet peaches in the summer, cherries and strawberries in the spring, apples and crispy pears in fall, and you stock up on most fruits before winter comes to smartly supply yourself with pots of berry compote and jam.

bread – a fine commodity – can always be found in your cottage. fresh loaves sitting in the oven, salted butter packed in baking paper waiting to be unwrapped once the bread is sliced – alhaitham helps you with the dough every time. that's his special trick – alhaitham makes good bread, always.

he helps to tie your favourite apron around your waist, his fingers nimbly weaving fabric in and out until it becomes a neat knot behind you. wildflowers that alhaitham finds in your front yard are cleaned and tucked into your hair as a blessing for whatever treat you decide to make, flour stained hands and all.

the fireplace is always lit as the hearth of your home; alhaitham takes it upon himself to chop the wood you want for the day. his hands are calloused and somewhat weary of the axe – yet wielded lovingly – to supply the physical warmth that your love cannot. alhaitham spends his free time in the garden, reading one of his old books.

on sunny days, where the cottage is free of visitors . . . find yourself wrapped in his arms as the two of you lay on the grass. the breeze around the cottage, the sound of running water . . . notice the little things – the butterflies playing around a daisy, a dandelion that sprouted to greet spring good morning . . . there are so many things to be thankful for!