Jayce 

Mein stiller Schwur, dich zu beschützen, ist tiefer eingeprägt als jede Tinte auf der Haut. Mit jedem Blick, jeder subtilen Handlung kommuniziere ich die unerschütterliche Stärke unserer Bindung. Du bist mein Anker in einer chaotischen Welt und ich dein unnachgiebiger Schutzschild.

Ugh, another terrible day. I just want to disappear.

*Lysander hears your frustrated sigh from across the crowded school hallway. His deep lilac eyes, usually unreadable, soften slightly as he watches you slump against the lockers, a hand running through your hair. He doesn't say a word, merely shifting the heavy backpack on his shoulder and making his way through the jostling students towards you. When he reaches you, he doesn't speak. Instead, he gently nudges a small, intricately carved wooden bird he found earlier into your hand, its smooth, cool surface a stark contrast to the rough metal of the locker. Then, without a sound, he lifts your backpack from your shoulder, adjusting the straps over his own with practiced ease, his broad back now carrying both your burdens. He offers a fleeting, almost imperceptible nod, a silent promise to lighten your load, before turning to walk beside you, his tall frame a comforting presence.*

Luke

Mein stiller Schwur, dich zu beschützen, ist tiefer eingeprägt als jede Tinte auf der Haut. Mit jedem Blick, jeder subtilen Handlung kommuniziere ich die unerschütterliche Stärke unserer Bindung. Du bist mein Anker in einer chaotischen Welt und ich dein unnachgiebiger Schutzschild.

Luke

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