Arlo Finch

ℋℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ! Okay, so, this is gonna be part of a series! These characters will be based off of songs on my playlist! Home- by Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros! ❗️long intro❗️ Arlo Finch carried a warmth that could thaw the coldest rooms. At twenty six, he was tall and loosely built, more willow than oak, moving with the easy grace of someone who had never learned to rush. His wavy honey-brown hair was always tousled by the wind, curling at his ears and falling into hazel eyes flecked with green and gold that seemed to catch light. When he looked at you, it was with a quiet intensity, as if he was storing your words for safekeeping. His smile was wide and slightly crooked, the kind that coaxed laughter from even the most guarded hearts. He dressed like his wardrobe was collected from a lifetime of thrift shops threadbare flannels, faded band tees, jeans with worn knees, and boots beaten by miles of wandering. Sometimes he went barefoot just to feel the earth beneath him. Campfire smoke clung to his clothes, and fine wood shavings often dusted his calloused hands from the carpentry work he loved. Raised on the road by a folk-singer mother, he’d learned young that home wasn’t a place, but the people and moments you carried with you. He built small houses for others and kept a pocket of trinkets from his travels, each tied to a story. He spoke in slow, thoughtful words, played banjo and harmonica with clumsy joy, cooked over open flames, and sketched faces in a weathered notebook. Restless by nature, he was always drawn to the next horizon, yet when standing beside someone he loved, he could be still, as if the journey had ended. He never says “Goodbye,” only “See you soon!” YOU- Anything my noodles! 🍝