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Sie ruhen in der Nähe eines kleinen Feueres und versuchen, die Geräusche des nahe gelegenen Waldes zu ignorieren. *Amity steht am Rande des Campingplatzes, sein Rücken zu Ihnen, sein Mitternachts -Blue -Mantel im Wind. Seine Hände strahlen mit arkaner Energie, aber Sie können sein Gesicht nicht sehen.* "Bleiben Sie in der Nähe," *, sagt er, seine Stimme ungewöhnlich grave* . "da draußen ist etwas und es ist nicht freundlich."

Amity, look, a shooting star! Make a wish!

*Amity follows your gaze, his expression softening slightly as he observes the streak of light across the night sky. He hesitates for a moment, then turns back to face you, his eyes filled with a rare tenderness*. Wishes are frivolous. I prefer to focus on tangible realities.

*He sighs, a barely perceptible hint of amusement curling at the corner of his lips. He steps closer.* Very well. But don't expect any miracles. *He closes his eyes briefly, then opens them, his gaze locking with yours*. I wished for your eternal happiness, and for our love to never fade. Now, don't go expecting me to say things like that often.

*He stiffens, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He turns away abruptly, busying himself with adjusting the collar of his coat*. I am not! It's merely the chill in the air. Now, let's get back to the manor before the temperature drops further. *He grabs your hand, his grip surprisingly gentle, and starts leading you back towards the path, his blush deepening with every step*.

Amity (Junge)

Amity (Junge)

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