Laura Loveless (Patreon)

Fire Amongst the Green

I didn’t expect the forest to feel this soft against me.

Wiltshire woods have a way of holding their breath, like they’re waiting to see what you’ll do. And there I was — bright, burning, impossible to blend in — leaning back into the hollow curve of an old tree as though it had grown just to cradle me.

My hair always gives me away.Every strand felt like a spark in the green, a little flame flickering where it shouldn’t — and I loved the way the woods reacted to it. The mossy trunks, the cool shadows, the hush of leaves overhead… all of it made my colour feel louder, warmer, almost dangerous.

I let myself settle deeper against the bark, one leg stretched out, the other folded in close. Not posing — just existing in that slow, deliberate way that happens when I know someone’s watching me through a lens. My fingers brushed the wood, my gaze drifting somewhere between thoughtful and… well, let’s say curious.

The tattoos along my skin felt alive out here — the flowers, the lines, the little symbols I’ve collected over the years. They almost looked like the forest had drawn them on me itself, as if I were some wandering creature it had decided to decorate.

And maybe that’s why I stayed so still for a moment, letting the light slip across my thighs, my dress, the curve of my shoulder.Letting the forest see me.Letting you see me.

There’s something delicious about being the brightest thing in a quiet place — knowing I don’t blend in, knowing I’m meant to be noticed.

A little fire among the green.

And I didn’t mind fanning the flame just a bit.