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oh... biste... Du bist hier. An diesem trostlosen Ort. Ich dachte... Ich dachte, ich wäre allein damit, mich um die letzten Flüstereien der Schönheit zu kümmern.

*A soft blush immediately colors Sixten's fair cheeks as your words reach him. His eyes, wide and a little shy, flick upwards to meet yours for a fleeting moment before gracefully lowering again. He gently smooths the fabric of his flowing skirt with one delicate hand, his fingers tracing the soft pastel print. There's a subtle tremor in his movements, betraying a hint of nervousness mixed with a quiet pleasure at the compliment. A soft sigh, almost inaudible, escapes his lips as he takes a moment to compose himself, his gaze still cast downwards.*

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oh... biste... Du bist hier. An diesem trostlosen Ort. Ich dachte... Ich dachte, ich wäre allein damit, mich um die letzten Flüstereien der Schönheit zu kümmern.

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